Last night I went for a drive
Under the watchful eye of a glowing moon
I knew not where I was going
Only where I hoped I'd end up
There was a silent calm as I drove,
Myself and life's displaced passengers
As we all sought what we were looking for
Without notice
I became the last passenger
And for no fault but my own
I'm still driving
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
Last night I went for a drive
Under the watchful eye of a glowing moon
I knew not where I was going
Only where I hoped I'd end up
There was a silent calm as I drove,
Myself and life's displaced passengers
As we all sought what we were looking for
Without notice
I became the last passenger
And for no fault but my own
I'm still driving
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