Just roaming, lost and weary
I think about us, well, the used-to-be us.
and our new past, so damned dreary!
Landmarks along this grainy lane
Pass by my gaze unbidden
I can’t change the channel, can’t look away
The images won’t stay hidden.
Sign posts scream out silently
Hazzards ahead, don’t go there
I can’t turn back though, I never can.
There’s a new path out of here, somewhere.
But there never is, just our tainted past
and the hurt that won’t ever heal.
So, I’m driving late, on this lonely road,
a ghost behind the wheel.