Here I go driving past the crooked creek

We’d throw stones in its pockets and try to pick them up again,

only a wish away from desperation

It’s today that I’m reminded of you

Don’t know where I’m going

and even though it’s not been long

I seem to have gone far

The hills play hide and seek with me,

falling and appearing again,

teasing my rusted, vintage car

I guess I should turn back soon

I said those words before,

when you were in the passenger seat,

lost and speechless

but I knew the muted words you spoke

The days are weathered now,

jaded and tattered

so I drive

I’m going to the nowhere

where we might have ended up