The love you've been waiting for!

Girl, maybe at the next stop is the love you've been waiting for! On this highway where so many different paths end and begin! The rearview holds ghosts of yesterday swallowed by the fog, While the windshield collects the dry storms of your past. Your eyes stay nailed to the solid yellow line, Running from dawns that never knew how to shelter you. The desert out there mirrors the vast silence in your chest. You carry torn maps of places that don't exist. They offered shortcuts with wet whiskey smiles, But you realized the passenger seat was always a cage. You hold the keys. You own the wheel. Girl, maybe at the next stop is the love you've been waiting for! On this highway where so many different paths end and begin! The engine howls under the hood like a wounded instinct, Demanding every scar be left behind in the dust. Your existence has no shoulder to pull over. There is no reverse in this drive. So ride through the night storm with your headlights dead. Let the wind rip the dark. Until the oil bleeds. Until the engine goes quiet. At the next stop. Just at the next stop... Girl, maybe at the next stop is the love you've been waiting for! On this highway where so many different paths end and begin!