Night Drive

Driving in the cold of beaten paths Cutting through the fog of my own breath Take me down below to chase the sun Take me far away to shake the pain Staring into the void in front of me Thin and worn out skin just like my wheels Welcoming the wind like an old friend Grant me just the chance to meet myself What remains attached? While the world slips down the window glass What remains attached? While the world slips down the window glass