A grey night has fallen upon my dusty eyes
A dark road awaits my worn tires
The smell of a musty sleeping bag is faint
As I pack my life into a bag of tears

A cloud of smoke draws sadly into the wind
A tree cracks with old age
I am nothing but a shadow for the stars
As I drive into the night fearing tomorrow

The road is old and torn by dreams
The day is too long it will never end
Thinking of the past is too much to bare
As I drink from the never ending bottle of faith

A stale taste grows old in my mouth
A cigarette burns so slowly and calm
The rain falls to relax my mind
As I shut my eyes just a little too long

A. Emmi 04/04/06