regret seems to carry more weight
in ever thinckening darkness of night
when the years of tears and fears revered
seem to force me further from the light
madness spreads out on that black top road
they signal and they let me get in
telling me stories, ever more gory
what the hell, we’ll never be friends
werent no writing songs or sing alongs
and the rider was not the desperate one
driver drive on i just want to get home
best figure out how to be sigmon and jung
men obsenely haunt, women subtley want
their reasons vary yet still its just the same
the hints light a spark in the late and the dark
its just gotten too hard to play that game
still sometimes i kick back
i remember the way my youth used to lean
you see joe cockers not the only one
who has the strangest dreams