Turbulence
Where do the wheels turn?—
Off the interstate,
And onto the dirt path?
Attack the accelerator
Blast the air conditioning
Though the tiny “E” lights up
On the gas gauge
The tires have low pressure,
And the brakes are shot.
A recipe for disaster.
To tell you the truth,
I’ve never taken
“The road less traveled”
So I wouldn’t know what happens
When you crash and burn.
But I know now
There’s no cell phone reception
And I think I punctured my lungs
When I slammed into the steering wheel.
What happens when the car you’re driving doesn’t exist,
And when your accident isn’t witnessed?
The wheels turn south,
This is where I go.
While creating tread marks in the earth
Stuck in the mud all alone.
Off the interstate,
And onto the dirt path?
Attack the accelerator
Blast the air conditioning
Though the tiny “E” lights up
On the gas gauge
The tires have low pressure,
And the brakes are shot.
A recipe for disaster.
To tell you the truth,
I’ve never taken
“The road less traveled”
So I wouldn’t know what happens
When you crash and burn.
But I know now
There’s no cell phone reception
And I think I punctured my lungs
When I slammed into the steering wheel.
What happens when the car you’re driving doesn’t exist,
And when your accident isn’t witnessed?
The wheels turn south,
This is where I go.
While creating tread marks in the earth
Stuck in the mud all alone.