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