Landmarks at night make time and distance seem unreal.
Memory unforgotten, unforgettable makes
then now as the nagging question appears
at the heart like the iline
of a 12-bar blues song that you don't want to hear
and the road takes you back to where
you are along backroads and memories
begging the questions of fate and destiny
you don't know if you can take the answers to
unable to deny who you and where you are
because because of landmarks in the night
and curved roads and dirty headlights
that don't shine behind, barely ahead
and you start humming that blues song
you don't want anyone to know.