It's 3:00am
I reach cover and turn on the radio
It coughs up noise that reminds me of a soundtrack to a bad dream
The rain is hitting my windshield so hard
I can barely hear the tinny, garbled voices
The cars outside rush by like falling elevators
My headlights catch fleeting images of ghostly faces
Pressed up again gla** in silent desperation
I'm lost in the middle of nowhere
But I keep my eyes on the road
And I don't look back