Busy Streets - Courier

Set my eyes on open road

A pair of thoughts and dreams carry a heavy load

Caring costs more than we think

These parts and tires create a fire in every blink

As my mind drifts from the wheel

Drawn from my heart I analyze the way that I feel

I’ve come to love this time alone

Long passed the place where I’m to face the grinding stone

We bend, but we send, a sense that we won’t bleed

Broke again, we amend, the hearts and souls we see

If I dread, verses read, to say til death do us part

Must be left, for the best, within the confines of this car

Pass the place they made of gold

Stuff my face to cloud disgrace I won’t grow old

Would you care to realize

The challenge in the need to win the nobel prize?

We bend, and we send, a sense that we don’t see

Lost again, chaos renders, what the world will be

If I said, verses read, to bottle peace in a jar

Must be left, for the best, within the confines of this car

As my mind drifts from the wheel

Drawn from my heart I analyze the good that I steal

We bend and we send, our sense of sight to greed

Broken fence, and we reckon, someone’s soul will bleed

If I’m dead, versus read, to follow lights from afar

Must be left, laid to rest, within the confines of this car

Bridge

I could break out and leave the heartache and the doubt

Caring costs more than we think

Within the bars that make this car my laurels sink