Cars

up for too long wasting who i am
windows closed, doors locked,
blankets folded, shutters pulled

everything is fine, everything is safe,
it’s kept tight little rooms in little towns

tiny thoughts that go racing down the street
in gray big blue cars moving faster than anything

up for so long talking about dreams the brain in this head
is sending all these messages:
when she steps out of something it is into something

stupid games to play
shoot and dodge, accuse and defend,
the punches pulled everything is wrong,

but it’s all safe, it’s kept up tight
in a big heart defined by blue eyes

dignities that go racing out in the cold
in white bonnevilles moving away from everything

up for way too long, all soaked thru
with the nighttime blue and plymouth gray
when i step up out of something it is in to nothing