Eastbound on 70

This is a song.

The miles drag on and on – guilty conscience doesn’t help much
I won’t sleep ‘til dawn – or ‘til the pavement has been broken
~And the bullets hit the windshield
Though they clatter to the ground the wheels take them ‘round and ‘round
When the bullets hit the windshield
They penetrate my heart – I have brought them whence I left them

I say you can’t read my mind unless you know my apologies
By name {I could have written you a list of things I swore I would never do}
By name {my mind is closed door save for the demons unlocking to torment me more}
Counting deeds and weighing words {I’ll never get out alive}
My current state {a blood list of my sins}
Now torn away {follows me, owns me reveals}
Reveals a terrified man; running again

~And the bullets hit the windshield
Though they clatter to the ground the wheels take them ‘round and ‘round
When the bullets hit the windshield
They penetrate my heart – I have brought them whence I left them

You found me out – I swear I will return soon
You may own me now but – Eastbound on 70
I may return as something new – westbound; inbound
Sweet Aurora, Pandora doesn’t live here anymore

God save my soul.
I think I relinquished it back there
God save my soul.
Unweave the chords I sworn I’d never woven before