Headlights And Taillights

Headlights and taillights But how much we blazed away the hours And travelled through the night To reach the sunlight To see how much has changed Without noticing how much is still just the same When it's dusk or sunrise We all have sentimental leanings For the roads we've left behind The bedsheets that we haven't creased The pillows we haven't cried on Since we drove far away To reach or make some better dreams. It's like the world is on the road with us It's a deluge to depart and find an empty lane Midnight truckers have all the road They departed earliest to find a lay-by A tarmac with a gentle hum a primordial Om Listening to some dolly bird, a hitchhiker Calling herself Beatrix or Beatrice The traveller or the voyager Promising she's lost all her inner demons, isolated rage And finally, it seems she's found some shining hope In a glove compartment that won't close As she peels off a shot, and then all her clothes Dries her tears and blows her nose Watching a million cars go by, honking into the night. No new destinations reached tonight.