yellow lights
Go along in the night,
As I grip the wheel
Of my car.

No one is here
Alone I steer
With the radio
Playing a song
That's old
By two years.

And here I drift,
To a place I go,
As I throw the gear
Into its several shifts.

I wish I could be
There in two minutes
Or maybe even three,
But I go along pacing.

And pacing I go
Till I'm idle and slow
And then I crash
Upon the black road.