Drive
By Steven L Herring

Sometimes, I just want to go
You know?
Pack a bag
Grab the keys
Grip the wheel
and ******* peel

Who needs a rearview
when you got a bright
night sky
an empty road
and a clear view
with a soundtrack
for an escape?

Everybody just wants your money
and your time
but I'd spend every dime
I had on a little peace of mind
climbing up a mountain line
with a stick in my right hand
feathering a clutch and a go pedal

Left
Shift
Right
Go
and down the other side
I'd float
and I wouldn't ever stop again
until both my eyes closed

I could live on gas and oil
Eat the asphalt for dinner
and see
and feel
and hear it all!

But the truth is
I'm so plugged in
that when I got too far away,
the cord would break
and my will would frey
and all the insulation
would melt away

It's the fear
that keeps me here
chained to the ground all alone
like a bait dog
with an old bone
Broken
Tattered
and all the things
that shouldn't matter
cling to me like blood spatter

Am I a victim of circumstance
or a prime suspect
who blew a chance?
Only time will tell I guess
So I'll keep driving
til I'm out of gas...