Drive

Here I drive down the 5

To visit an old friend who don't want to see me

But that's what I'm doing for two days of crazy

With the owls and the house cats laying dead on the shoulder

And the broken glass, it picks up the sunlight

And throws it in my eyes, making my tears dry

As I drive

And I wonder how you're doing

But then I remember that you just died

And so I pray that you can somehow know

That I love you, and if there's a way for you to call me