The wind blows in all directions
Dictating tree bends
Watching, I almost sleep
But soon lose concentration and don't even care
Feed the ignition and massage the gas, leaving
I am the one with nothing and no one cares
No plans, love, tears or hope
Only apathy bares
Reverse shifts to drive, I melt and go left
These roads are a lot like me, never-changing
Almost one as I navigate under these trees
We connect, but does it matter? No
Speed climbs for no reason, an unknowing risk
I have nowhere to be or no one to see
To me, it's these bridges that are significantly elite
The black hand of night holds us all
Headlights dim for passing cars
I thought of traveling to emotion
But it seemed a little far