It starts at the light You sit there waiting It's 3 am You swear you have a reason for being out this late The streets are all empty Except for one street singer Singing the words of a song your father used to sing You set the car in park And start walking towards this nameless man His voice of an angel Calms the demons in your head You stand there and close your eyes As childhood memories fly by Of you and your father How he used to pull out his guitar And play this very song as a lullaby You slowly open them back up The tears and the winters night air leaves your face cold You toss the man a few dollars And turn to leave But the man stops you in your tracks and says "Son, whatever's eating at you It'll all soon pass" You return a smile Walk back to your car And continue on Driving in the Dark