| Four Locked Wheels ~ she hits the dirt road, she has to go back taking off for anywhere, four wheels can take her… down the road.... round the curve [singing songs from the great Lynyard Skynard] maybe there's an old forgotten road she can find 4 wheels take me up that road... rain pouring down, rivers running high... show me that road, the one towards the sky.... I wanna get high... fool on a back road looking for a dream... each raindrop that falls is a tear from her eyes it seems.... she's running....... running away for today tomorrow dose not exist.... [not today.....] trees sway in the wind... rivers of water slung from there boughs hitting the glass like ribbons laying down... one last rest before they hit the river run... [show me the road] a slip of the tire, flashes back the past... she was running fast... but not fast enough... caught in the clutch of everything, that equals nothing... there was once a dream... now its just a long silent scream.... ~ Rain © cls 2003 |