1 AM on a Monday night
driving somewhere to somewhere.
No curfew, no plan, no problem.
No plan, no future, no hope
               no plan.
No tomorrow only tonight,
only the sounds of night and
chills of wind.
Hair standing this is me at my most alert
                                             my most clear
                                             my most awake
                                             my most alive

1:01 AM on a Monday night.
Not sure if I'm looking forward to
the next one.
Another day, another week
of no hope, no future
no future, but to be back here
(wherever here is)
With no plans,
no plans but you.

No money, no god, no tomorrow
hardly a now even.