redemption road

These bloodshot eyes
are searching hard in the mirror
trying to fathom
some sort of redemption
trying to remember
what's done it before
I remember those days after school
cleats in hand
down by the track
hard work, dirty work
toiling in the sun
walking in the moonlight
the dashboard lights
of an ill-fated Civic
poured upon my misery
howling on cassette
and a girl I lost
hemorrhaging out of me
To run like I have
is to be driven
to face it now
is some sort of madness
It is a flood
and my destiny
is caught up in it
My answer is still and silent
next to me
shaded by sheets
and waiting to meet me
on redemption road.