It’s night time.
Driving Down the Road,
you got no one.
Driving Down the Road,
it’s night-time,
you’re such a
gone one.
listening to the Doors
squirmin’ like a toad.
you’re the only one
left in town awake.
look up to the sky.
your darkness come
long.
cold air’s
blowin’ down
your neck.
it’s overdue.
it’s for you.
well, who cares,
what the heck.
you can’t stop it as
your car blows
dark blue
smoke.
you hope that cop that
just passed over there
doesn’t swing
around and
put those cold
steel cuffs on
and
throw your
drunken A _ S
in the slammer.
you’re weaving
and about to be
heaving cause’
your head is spinning
out of control.
it’s been a long time
since you’ve been
grinnin’
you can’t stop believing in those gut
sinking feelings.
they hit you like
god’s hammer
hits someone
who’s
been
sinning
who’s got
half an ounce
of conscience
left.
you can’t cope.
you’re feeling doom
but, you don’t know why.
something’s coming
your way and it’s
standing by your
parked car
like a vampire
with feathered wings.
it’s the hangman
handing you
his rope.
he says,
‘put it around
your neck, I will
cinch it up’.
and then,
you know that
when
the floor
opens up
and mother
gravity pulls
you down
and you
get your
neck
jerked and
dangle
swinging
wildly
legs
kicking,
you will
‘see your God’
in all his
grandeur
and
glory
and feel
like a
newborn
child
again.
