You were a stranger once too, perhaps not as usual,
So I listened closely and glared, fascinatingly bare.
It is all gone now, the hours of the night
We drive recklessly towards the east-slighted sun
Our hair glittering in the mirrors
I just might start believing in that Higher Power
Though something other than myself doesn't appeal to me
Nothing is as good as an end to the journey
I suspect you'll nod in disagreement
For tomorrow's dream, a haughty greed,
Beats our schedule today.
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