The omniscient lullabies play through my speakers
a quiet night on the road
a lucky strike sparks to flame
the vaporous smoke fills my mouth and lungs
the songs they fill my voice
a sip of whiskey to keep me warm on this cold night
the moon reflects with a light brighter than the one inside me
the company I take for granted
a meeting of lonely souls on a cold bed
followed by a sweet release
and a swift goodbye
on this road I go
until the flame is gone
and the songs have stopped
and the whiskey is gone
on this road I go, until I can go no more