It seemed fitting
to leave you like that
standing in the driveway
the rain mingling
with the tears on your face
forty-five degrees
as I drove away
under-slept and over-caffeinated
I crept through contruction
and out of overcast Ohio
here I sit at the side of the highway
gasoline fumes on the breeze
strangers in a hurry
and I in mourning
It was never enough for you
even more so now
it was never enough
but that's about to change
with nothing to hold onto
I hope you stay fixed and sure
because the clouds are clearing up
and the sun is breaking through
that's a metaphor, you see
for the future
for you and me.
