The Drive
Sometimes
I go for a drive to clear my mind
Seems to work, every time
A tank of gas, maybe two
Shouldn't take long to forget you
AND THAT'S A LIE
I'm trying to beleive
Pack the car
Suns going down
Perfect time to just get out
A tank off gas and three Red Bulls
Where I will end up Lord who knows
All I know
I gotta go
For a drive
Sometimes
I go for a drive to clear my mind
It used to work every single time
A tank of gas maybe two
Thought thats what it would take
To get over you
Oh Lord I was wrong
Been driving all night long
Still, your not gone
Went thru Alpine, El centro too
Just kept driving, running from you
And here I am, alone just me
Pulled off Interstate 8, almost in Yuma
Damn it's late, another full tank
And I hit the road, to your goodbye
Sometimes
I go for a drive to clear my mind
Damn, sure ant working this time
Three tanks of gas or was it four
Your still gone, peddle to the floor
And I drive
Trying to heal my soul
I think it's to late
Haven't slept or ate
Sometimes
I go for a drive and loose my mind
Talking to myself, mumbling words
I think I've gone mad
Loosing her
And still I drive
Copyright ©2009 J. E. Caraveo
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