Morning Highway
I am alone on the cold pale street
Measuring my steps by the cracks in the endless yellow lines
Wishing I could turn and point my feet
Away from the fight that I relive a hundred times
Hating my love, and the things it makes me do
Hating who I am every time I hurt you
I could walk this way blindfolded
I've made this journey in my nightmares every day
No other soul is up this early
And in the dark my fears can light the way
Hoping that this time I can leave with a smile
Hoping to be a real friend for a while
A moth crackles in a zapper on a porch
And a laugh escapes my dry lips, because I know how he feels
I too fly into the torch
When will my way out of hell be revealed?
Weighing me down as I close on my goal
Weighing my happiness against my soul
February 1, 1999