Toll.

I don’t often picture myself by sunlight
it’s just not something I come out and see
and I don’t often see the world by daylight
it’s just not something I come out and see
so when I drive to dawn it’s driven desperation and fear
and I’m hoping for a short cut home
all the ones I Love in places starting with the letter ‘c’
that happens to be very far away from me
so now the sea is calling me
the desert’s had my soul for far too long
I have no cash for the long ride home
so I’ll make it on the downhill slide
on luck on fumes on spit on Love
so I’ll make it on the downhill slide
asphalt hides the romance of distance
hides it locked deep down inside
the daybreak dawns as I’m winding down winding down,
sizing down on the inside
all my friends have moved away
they’ll come again and play some other day
so I’ve got this feeling of abandonment
letters for others all the others are dead
I write by flashlight at a dead friend’s house
I don’t think she knew I was there
I was in the basement sobbing
I don’t think you heard me sobbing
I have no cash for the long ride home
I have a slim hope of making toll
one in a million is nine out of ten
but that doesn’t mean that we’ll stick
no sense being on the highway forever
where we stop we’ll simply have to fit
I guess I’ll soon have to find someway
of taking toll inside
so I don’t bother with the daylight
I drive to the West where the sun isn’t yet
on luck on fumes on spit on Love
I’ll hit the ocean like a hammer
I’ll track you down,
the ‘c’ isn’t that big
drag you home,
kicking if need be
and hold on tight forever
©1997 rob hinkal