The Fog, The Rain and You

Music and words can block out sound
But cannot block out thought;
I drive and drive to clear my mind
But don’t find what I’ve sought

It all surrounds, envelops me,
The rain, the fog, and you;
I cannot see, I cannot hear,
And nothing that I do

Has saved me from the blinding truth
Here in the fog and rain:
That you and I will never,
Ever,
Be the same
Again

And Now, The Sun Goes Down

And now, the sun goes down, and I’m alone,
To drive the last few hours in the dark;
I am the only one, the road’s my own,
The emptiness around me, rather stark

The countryside is beautiful and hale,
And could convince me that I am, as well;
Except my rear-view mirror tells a tale,
Of middle-age, and looking much like hell

The pain inside my back will not subside,
So I must to my doctor go, at last;
But that’s for later in the coming week,
For now, this last long time will need to pass

Before I turn my headlights into home.
For everything, and all I have, is here:
There is no other place that I might roam
For everything,
And all I have,
Is here