Sitting lonesome at the wheel By my side the only one Who ever tried to understand, So many thoughts afloat, And so many words to be said that need saying So many words
Picking of strings float to my ears, I can hear it but I'm not listening, Thoughts drifting from place to place, How I long to let it fall away And be cleansed from what I have to say, And so many words to be said that need saying So many words
Before me is only what is lit Behind is the dark that flows past Not sure if I should say anything There would not be much point anyway Too many thoughts to say at once The burden is great, near unbearable Who is to know if that should ever change? And so many words to be said that need saying So many words
What is in front is all I can see Nothing more and nothing less It all comes to an end eventually I before it, most likely Always moving though the view never changes A pair of lights approach and disappear They always say the journey, not the destination This journey is one what never ends And so many words to be said that need saying So many words
A soft glow form the corner of my w\eye Renders the rest a dull grey All the things that pass by Once seen, never again That's the way it is for everything Here once, then gone forever They do so little yet there are so many Is there much point to it at all? And so many words to be said that need saying So many words
So now I am here in the dark No longer moving and all is quiet Sound that once was is now no more Gives me clearance to ponder further The seat to my side still feels warm Where there was once compassion Never will the words ever be heard With me now they go, forever more And so many words to be said that need saying So many words
Just to clarify, this was my first attempt, unedited, at this kind of thing many years ago sat in a car in the middle of the night. Which is why it is like this.