Who's
gonna tell you when,
It's too late,
Who's gonna tell you
things,
Aren't so great.
The road before me is dark, and we're alone as we wind through the silent woods. The sky above me is as black as coal, and stars that I've never seen before twinkle their magic above us. I feel tired but happy, flexing my fingers on the warm steering wheel, the purr of the engine and the gentle lull of your breathing the only things I can hear.
You
cant go on, thinkin',
Nothings' wrong, goodbye,
Who's gonna
drive you home,
tonight?
I glance at you sideways, my eyes raking over you before focusing back on the road. You're slumped against the window, your arms folded across your chest and your eyes gently closed. In the darkness, with the light from the moon shining across your face, you look beautiful. And I know when you're awake you never shut up, and sometimes you drive me so crazy. But a part of me wishes you would wake up now just so I could see you smile.
Who's
gonna pick you up,
When You fall?
Who's gonna hang it up,
When you call?
Who's gonna pay attention,
To your
dreams?
And who's gonna plug their ears,
When you scream?
I know things haven't been easy for you lately. Sometimes you joke around so much people forget that life is hard for you too. And every time I see you struggling to laugh I want to reach out and touch you, let you cling to me as I whisper softly in your ear. I often wonder if you would ever let me try.
You
can't go on, thinkin'
Nothings wrong,
Who's gonna drive you
home, tonight?
You frown in your sleep and I look over at you again. Your face creases and you mutter something I can't catch, lost in the nightmare raging inside your head. I take one hand off the wheel and place it softly on your arm, smiling to myself as I feel your body relax. You sigh and I stroke your skin with my thumb.
Who's
gonna hold you down,
When you shake?
Who's gonna come around,
When you break?
Who's gonna drive you home, tonight?
We're passing houses now and I begin to slow, taking my hand away from you in order to change gears. The car shifts down gently and I sit further back into the seat, contentment spreading through me like a warm liquid. Buildings and lights and other cars slide by the window and I flick on the indicator, signalling to the right. As I turn the corner I look over at you to check that the clicking has not disturbed you. It hasn't. I look back at the road, turning to pull into a space outside a large apartment building.
Killing the engine I sit for a moment and gaze out of the window at the bustling city, the multicoloured haze of The Strip glowing in the distance, filling up the sky and blotting out the vibrant stars above. I shake my head and turn to the seat beside me
Once again I let my eyes linger on you, burning the image of you into my brain so that I'll never forget this moment. Then I touch you on the shoulder, shaking you gently. I watch you slowly open your eyes and gaze up at me before I allow myself to speak.
"Greg wake up…" I whisper, "…We're home."
