You said,
You'll find out when we get there
and we're never going anywhere.
We have nowhere to go.
We drive faster in the rain.
We take curves as they come and
Bridges pass like dreams --
we slide under and for a split
moment, we can see again.
The windshield is clear.

We're never going anywhere.
We're never coming home.

10/26/2003

Author's Note: At least it's something.

Posted on 10/29/2003
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