Drive Away

We've got nothing left to our name

But an air mattress and maybe loose change

For the man with the curls who can't figure out

How it is he can fly without leaving the ground

Nothing could catch up to us

I can promise, but I can't persuade

I like the lack of silence when nobody speaks up

I can promise, but I can't explain

Drive away

Blankets, pillows, seats folded down

Radio static and learning to shout

For the grown-up girl who's never been young

With exhaust and scenery settled in her lungs

Nothing could catch up to us

I can promise, but I can't persuade

I like the lack of silence when nobody speaks up

I can promise, but I can't explain

Drive away

Neon paints the skyscrapers

But trees point to the stars

Mountains rise above the clouds

And we live in a car.

Deserts stretch out on and on like a cat waking in a patch of sun;

Lakes will shine or dim with skies and we sing along into french fries

A roadtrip to a nameless place,

Drive away

Nothing could catch up to us

I can promise, but I can't persuade

I like the easy silence when both of us speak up

I can promise, but I can't explain

Drive away.

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

This poem's a collaboration of your past regrets. . Old memories. . And about lost faith. When the heart gets broken... it's hard to wake up again to walk the life. But.. as the time moved on, everything memory gets fade up but always leaves the impact on rest of the moments of life. Such sorta feelings about love are well pen'd. I like the imagery. Excellent work! Very painful write!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what an idea...some may look at this as losing everything and having to live in the car as being poor financially or poor in spirit....

or the opposite, which i see...leaving the city, the chaos, the din...for beautiful silence, for country, for mountains, severing the ties and just getting away from it all...being free..."nothing could catch up to us"

we are gone.

movin' on.

i got such a feeling of freedom from this.

jacob