Drenched

Riding through nostalgia, shaking memories by the mile

The city lights are closing in on him

And the distance grows shorter for a whileStill he wonders what dreams fill her heart

And wonders if what they had could ever be sparked

The roads never lead where they're supposed to go

That's what he tells himself before he lets it goOut on the cold gray plain, sunken on the side of the road

The words bleed off the page, the letter becomes well soaked

"No more turning backwards", he says, as he drives on, off in the rain

Ventures on up through the Colorado's and settles under the rock

Pines and stakes claimHe wonders what dreams fill the heart

And wonders if what they had could ever be sparked

The roads never lead where they're supposed to go