The glare of the sun washes the memories anew...
they flood in, consuming the brain
almost waiting for the right time
where i'm most vulnerable.
not to worry, it seems i'm always like that
this time is different however
the faces of those gone seem to be with me
riding down the highway, in the next seat
and I wish i could make it that way
phone calls from friends, good news, bad news
it all makes me a little nervous, sometimes scared
makes me think if the road i'm on...is right
and the sun glares on...