Twitch, Ride and Roll

Hey man, we're stalking shadows again.
Creeping down that one way street. White
Knuckles on the wheel and long glances in
The rear view, ain't nothin but broken streets.

But we're searching for that something that
We seem to be missing. Those twirling lights,
All red and blue, against the sleepy window.
Someone to tell us to just go home.

Slowly rolling like the sweep of time, there
Are lonely headlights slicing gently, intensely
Through the thick dark night. Eyes adjust to the signs,
And Reflexes twitch to steady shaken minds.

The roads are dark, but long and calm. Each
Street laid out, each house a row. There's
A driveway somewhere, and a neglected bed,
That calls shadows to their reluctant end.