pull out of the parking lot
clutch, shift, gas
ive been here a hundred times before
but this time its different
the street lights strike a chord
reminding me of a place i havent visited
the future playing backwards in my mind
of a time when ill be ok
and when things will be different
but ill still be me
and then its gone
like wisps of fog dancing on the outskirts
of a town called atri
and a world in which he is
atri
clutch, shift, gas
ive been here a hundred times before
but this time its different
the street lights strike a chord
reminding me of a place i havent visited
the future playing backwards in my mind
of a time when ill be ok
and when things will be different
but ill still be me
and then its gone
like wisps of fog dancing on the outskirts
of a town called atri
and a world in which he is
atri
