Standing Still

Cuttin' through the darkest night in my two headlights

Trying to keep it clear, but I'm losing it here to the twilight

There's a dead end to my left, there's a burning bush to my right

You aren't in sight, you aren't in sight

Do you want me, like I want you?

Or am I standing still, beneath the darkened sky?

Or am I standing still, with the scenery flying by?

Or am I standing still, out of the corner of my eye?

Was that you passing me by?

Mothers on the stoop, boys in souped-up coupes on this hot summer night

Between fight and flight is the blind man's sight and the choice that's right