It has been crossing my mind recently How little I can control Not the wind, or the sea Or the thoughts running within me Long drives with no real destination Always get me thinking Raindrops trickle down the window As the world flashes in a blur Nameless faces of people Never to be seen again No time for first impressions As the seconds dart past Headlights beam brighter than all the stars Till they are blinding through the silence I long to be home Yet where do you go when even home feels foreign So this is why I am driving through the night With no real destination Only longing to be βhomeβ.