So I'm drive up the freeway,   finally on the road and on my way.   I'm going 90, 95   and as the city lights fade, I start to feel more alive   and he's sleeping sound in the passenger seat   so I ride the center line, avoid the bumps   and I let him be.      This woman on the radio is singing about her long lost love   and how she makes it on her own.   My mind begins to wonder   I wonder if I'll ever find a place that I can call home   and I want to talk about the future now   but he's sleeping sound   so I ride the line and I let him be      and I don't know where this long road ends   can't remember when we crossed that line between lovers and friends   I need some consolation   just give me a conversation   tell me that we took the right turn      the sun is going down over sleepy country towns    and he stirs and looks around   and I start to say something but it comes out as nothing    and he just smiles and goes back down   and the world outside begins to blur   all these things left unsaid make my stomach churn   and I wonder if I'll ever have the nerve      but I ride the line, and I let him be