Stop at a gas station
I just end up with a result
from my toughts. I put pause on.
My eyes.
Do I feel really good? Yeah, maybe...
Would I really feel bad? Not sure of...
But it could be
Fumes of gas are comin' up my nose
I stop people faces, right in front of
my eyes.
I turn the motor on
I leave, I'm moving. Yes, I paid. Next is
nowhere,
but it can be everywhere. Just easy.
I look at my left side
as for waitin' an' gettin' back into my
thoughts.
Yes, maybe I'll start thinking of you,
once again.
I look at your picture in my mind
I think of everything
From nothing to all
I look, I think,
I open my eyes,
I see the road,
I look an' sweat...
I drive.
Mainly, I drive.