These are the songs sadder than the highway
calling upon all 18 pistons of my heart to
rev it up to
steady the pedal against the foor
as if the Arkansas stars
are the only ones lonely tonight
quiet against a moon
glowing up thru bloodwater
against the quick flashing strobe
of the line to my left
I mark the faces of the ones
who remind me of you
on the dashboard
on the hum of the tires
haggling the road for a moment of peace
on the windshield like a bored television
that's me between the stations of the radio
in those splitting seconds in those
gaping movements
one day I will pull over
step behind one of these signs
and dis
appear