Raindrops crash on a cloudy evening
Tyres spin on a wet gravel road
The driver is deep in mourning
Avoiding the ***-hole filled road

A dark and damp foul weather
Both outside and inside
His misery was no other
Fueled by the negative inside

Time would change things or him
Neither happened in a solitary cycle
Make believe smiles became him
A downward spiral in a solitary cycle

She came to him one morning
One lonely rainy morning
We got to stop our mourning
Pick it up and get on moving
No positive response ever came
Only a long bleak pause
No mellifluous tones ever came
Only the sound of silence in cause

Pumping sounds of bass hit the head
This time, it’s going to be for real
No one’s going to be dead
But the dead feeling is for real

On a long and lonesome highway
Where the wild things hide,
He’s long gone, off on his way
To seek for the stop signs and himself
Sometimes you got to go away
To find yourself.