I haven’t met you But you’re familiar I’ve seen the kindness in your face before I haven’t met you But I know I like you I trust your smiling, wrinkled eyes
The night’s black, it’s dark Strips of road lines flash by And we’re on a conveyor belt Straight red lights, blinking, tall And shadows of imagined homes The roving, circling, rotating beacon Flashing overhead as I count seconds Small town signs, cafes, half-lit streets Roads I’ve traveled more times than you