Hell or Heaven,
I'll get there by the highway.
Heaven or Hell
Im taking the long way.

My path may split at a fork in a wood,
but whichever way I choose will be a path.

The road calls, the trees I haven't seen pray to hear my engine hum as I drive by.

The past yells from miles behind,
tormenting me for attention. The faster I go the louder it screams to me.

I will drive to those trees and away from those screams until I reach the pearly gates or a flaming sea.

The flags hang at half their normal height
While the sky cries down the tears I'm not brave enough to let go of.

And I am lost. Even though I know where I am.

There are nights to drive fast,
recklessly even.
those angry nights,
full of contemplation and rage.
nights much too familiar
nights not even the cold air rushing across shivering skin can fix.
nights when driving forever to get away seems like the only thing to do.

But, there are also nights like these,
they are flawed yet beautiful

They are content,
proud,
Irrevocably beautiful nights.

They are the nights where you go slow,
not because of speed limits, but because there is no reason to hurry.

They are the kind of nights that come about when you really love someone,

They are the kind of nights that will never really be forgotten,

They are the culmination of the little things in life,

They are joy.

The average life expectancy is not enough.
It is not average, it seems like a mediocre time.

Not enough to make a dent
in all the things I want to do.

Not enough to share all the love I have
for a girl and some people.

But, just enough to make some mistakes
and not recover.  

I guess hope lies in my dreams,
It relies on my strength,
my ability to keep the fire inside me alive.
To make one hell of a dent in my goals
And to make sure I give all the love I have to lass who lit the fire in the first place

Who knew losing your mind was so...
fun!

Oh the joy!
Oh the joy joy joy!

No one can laugh like those who have nothing to laugh at
it is the purest way,
to laugh at the air with yourself is beautiful

The weather is beautiful,
a crisp 57 degrees feels beautiful,
as beautiful as a woman I met on the road one night.

Birds barely believe and cats curiously crawl.

Eccentricity is authentic just as the sun sets and the moon rises.  

My train of thought has ran off the tracks, the bridge was blown up by bandits, now all the passengers are free! If death counts as freedom.

The still air sets off into a run when the speedometer reads 100.

Nothing really matters at those speeds. The only thing that seems real is that beautiful harmony coming gently out of a few speakers.

At 100 nothing really matters because if you worry you slip.
If you slip you run off the road.
If you run off the road you die.

Death is good for figuring things out.

But this isn't about death.
It's about life
That beautiful fleeting thing,
Where everything matters and doesn't at the same time.

That Klondike bar looks good and this song is hitting me just right. I love you too.

That's all that matters right now, but by the time anyone sees this I'll have forgotten what this was about

I find myself jealous of her fingertips because of the way they run through her hair...

I can't stand the way her smile makes me feel.
I can just see her melt.
The way her eyes glow when we see each other.
How she walks,
And how she acts like she doesn't feel the same way I do.

It drives me insane.
And I hope it isn't all in my head.