Drenched

Riding through nostalgia
Shaking memories by the mile
The city lights are closing in on him
And the distance grows shorter
For a little while
Still he wonders
What dreams fill her heart
And wonders if what they had
Could ever be sparked
The roads never lead
Where they're supposed to go
That's what he tells himself
Before he lets it go
Out on the cold grey plain
Sunken on the side of the road
The words bleed off the page
The letter becomes well soaked
No more turning backwards he says
As he drives on, off in the rain
Ventures on up through the Colorados
And settles under the raw pines
And stakes a claim
He wonders what dreams fill the heart
And wonders if what they had
Could ever be sparked
The roads never lead
Where they're supposed to go
They just twist round and round
The flame
The eyes close and
The heart retains
A bit of the spark
Before it fades away
That's where he gets lost
He drifts off alone
And what he tells himself
You better let it go