Feels like clouds today

The sky is gray

The sun been hiding for a while



People walk by the window of his car

Look in, lock eyes

Betray their thoughts with a smile



‘Cause you know your gaze is cold and distant

Your stare could chill in an instant

This January air



But why refuse an old friend's offer

For a warm ride in a car

From here to there



He's inside in a store up the street and you wait in the car

with too much time to think

Your brain is playing movies of past, present, and future,

You made up your mind, you know what you need to do here



Aching for freedom and peace you chose your path

Crafting the life you someday hoped would come together as a

work of art

Now it remains

Unfinished abstract images

On bits of canvas

Scattered round your heart



You had some laughs while they lasted

Some joy before you cast it down



Fleeting moments, like bubbles that float through the air

Then pop when they hit the ground



And now you're tired of bubbles and dreams

And magical moments that burst at the seams

And old faces that swear you remain friends

All the while knowing no one really knows you in the end



And now you're writing goodbye letters

On the armrest of the backseat of a stranger's car,

You're writing goodbye letters on the armrest of the backseat of

a stranger's car



Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye…