If there’s a way for us to disappear,nI’d sign the dotted lines and make sure I wrote clear.nTemptation never seemed to get us far,nBut we seem to be getting somewhere confined in this old car.nLimitations come to us in forms of blinking red lights,nWarning us to get gas before we run out of stop signs.nnThe passing white lines begin to hypnotize,nAnd home is the only thought that I can grasp in my mind.nSurrounded by company I’ll never knownThat there is a part of me that I have left back at home.nnI'm on my way back and things are looking up.nWe turn the dial to drown the sound of all these big trucks.nScenery becomes familiar now,nSo I expose my senses and start to roll the window down.nnSpread my hand to feel the passing wind,nAnd pointed fingers lift as if the sun were calling them.nI can’t help but to smile at this time,nKnowing I can see you whenever I close my eyes.