Driver, will you talk to me?
I’m having trouble sitting still.
We’re moving very slowly now
and yet I feel a pull downhill.
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I can’t see, are the brake lights on?
You have these windows painted black.
I can’t tell if the things I sense
make sense at all. I take it back— |
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I take it back, the thing I said
that got me in your car’s back seat,
or if it was some deed I did,
I can repent, fall at your feet |
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if you’ll just first remove them from
those pedals down beneath the wheel
and plant them on the shoulder of
this road so I can see and feel |
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some solid ground, and know for sure
that it was I who moved away
from it; and that it would remain
with me now if I chose to stay. |
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Driver, will you talk to me?
I didn’t mean to ramble on.
I’d really only like to know
which way and just how far we’ve gone. |
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Driver, can you tell me please
if we’ll be traveling all night?
’Cause maybe I should call my mom
and tell her not to fret despite |
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the fact that I’m now quite afraid
myself, I don’t mind saying so.
Driver, will you talk to me?
How much more is there to go? |
