The Ride Home
The car is driving steadily through the dark, Past the empty streets and the quiet park. You’re leaning back against the cushioned seat, While the tires hum a rhythm on the street. The window glass is cool against your head, As the world outside begins to go to bed. You watch the yellow streetlights flash and go, Moving quickly at first and then slowing down. Moving quickly at first and then slowing down. The journey has been long, the day was wide, But now you’re safe and tucked away inside. Your eyes are getting heavy, and it's hard to keep them open From falling into such a settled sleep. You hear the blinker click a steady beat, As the car turns down a very familiar street. You don’t quite know how much further you must go, But you aren’t worried and you don’t need to know. The heater blows warmth around your feet, Making the rest of you feel so soft and sweet. You drift away while the engine deeply purrs, As the line between the truth and dreaming blurs. Then suddenly, the ...
