I wonder if she knows what she lost, now that she left
I know now what I’ve gained, now that I’ve lost
Now that I’m lost
Caught in the fog
I smell the exhaust
Coughin’, coffin?
Caught in-
Between overly cautious
And dauntless
Hostile or hostage
Sweat fills my arm pits
But now, the street a carpet
I need a seat belt harness
With every step I’m carsick
The road is my home
To view to experience – there’s so much now I know
Green light – I found my drive, I had to let her go
But I wonder if she’ll ever know…