Wheels

Wheels as black as road, as black as night

Lights that flash like half-remembered memories of light

Each car a cage that's sealed against the dangers of unknown

Each driver strains to catch a clue of what's ahead

It's just a mirrored image of the passage that you've left for dead

Calling out through mobile phones, screaming out, I'm not alone

All your life you've wanted more

But all you need is at your door.

And all your life you've searched alone

You'll find it all, coming home