So I'm drive up the freeway,nfinally on the road and on my way.nI'm going 90, 95nand as the city lights fade, I start to feel more alivenand he's sleeping sound in the passenger seatnso I ride the center line, avoid the bumpsnand I let him be.nnThis woman on the radio is singing about her long lost lovenand how she makes it on her own.nMy mind begins to wondernI wonder if I'll ever find a place that I can call homenand I want to talk about the future nownbut he's sleeping soundnso I ride the line and I let him bennand I don't know where this long road endsncan't remember when we crossed that line between lovers and friendsnI need some consolationnjust give me a conversationntell me that we took the right turnnnthe sun is going down over sleepy country towns nand he stirs and looks aroundnand I start to say something but it comes out as nothing nand he just smiles and goes back downnand the world outside begins to blurnall these things left unsaid make my stomach churnnand I wonder if I'll ever have the nervennbut I ride the line, and I let him be