Drive On

My hands are cold on the steering wheel as you’re
Showing me all those Ani DiFranco songs
(Three hours late and feeling
Unwarrantedly stubborn)
And I’m idly pondering God as you
Let out the most indolent yawn and it
Makes me stop, realize that I’m
Driving away from the only place we can rest and I
Want to just stop, turn around and run
Back to his arms because we’ve
No time to waste, there’s no time like the present and I
May not have everything I want, may never
Have everything I want
(Never be all he wants)
But it’s enough, we always forget but
It’s enough just to have us and
Just to have them and we’re all
Together in missing each other and I
Want to stop, turn around, stop and run
Back, back to their arms, back to his arms because
Then I can stop, then I can yawn and she
Can yawn and we can
Rest, rest, rest

But instead I just turn up the music and we drive
Away, never stopping, never turning
Back because rest is for those not driving away and
Rest is not for the wicked, or so they say and so we
Drive on, never stopping, never turning, never