sliding along too long highways into
busy wednesdays and weekends that never come
they said there'd be lights there
somewhere at the end
waiting for you, pulsing with all the love of the world
but I must have passed the exit back there
'cause now I'm on the shore
washing my hands in salt water
and waiting for night to come
so I can look up and and find some semblance of where I was...a long time ago
