Drive

I can hear it in your eyes
You say you can’t thrive in this town…
And maybe we are both worse for wear
Maybe every small town feels
That it’s the only one
—-
Maybe every young heart
needs to find a way
Before the bitterness sets in
Like cigarette smoke
—-
It’s only life
And isn’t this where we begin
What would –
It be like
If we did what we dreamed
—-
The high in the summertime
This life is for the grit in us
The dreamer in us
You and I over these drinks
—-
And I know
I’m leaving soon
But I want one last night
With these small towns
To remember
These Saturday nights
Oh these drives
These nights
Because we won’t ever get them back…

-E
Regardingsamuel.com

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