For one day let it not make sense,
For one day keep those dents in your car
Left from late nights spent
Trying to find out who you were,
Reversing in your tire treads to catch up on lost ground.
Sometimes the world just falls apart that easily
And all that's left to pick up is speed.
A town is swept under the snow
And tucked into a pocket on the mountainside.
The faint ambiance reflects from the trees,
Witnesses to the bliss of when the road and your headlights
Gently collide.
No comments:
Post a Comment