Driving Out of this City
A girlfriend and I went riding one night
through chaos and smoke and night time delight;
holding each other’s hands with love in our sight.
We left our beds because home is cold,
my decisions were made and thanks you were sold;
my intentions were weak but always intended to be bold.
So tonight’s the night and we’ll ride till we stop
till the gas light flashes red and that’s our lot;
together we’ll stay, and in your arms I’ll drop.
Relationships of distant days left behind in the hometown haze,
northward bound, foot to the ground distancing that familiar maze;
and left behind that childhood phase.
© David J Constable, 2007