We're driving
Just me and God
It's raining
It's raining hard
The windows are steaming up
The bridge engulfed by fog
The rust of the metal bridge
It beckons
It pulls me in
I argue
I scream at God and what he's offering

And my hands fly off the steering wheel
Can’t recall getting here
If I could I would reach behind and turn my light off
My thoughts run off the beaten track
There's no lighthouse or way back
Take the hand of God and bite the feeder
No more lingering

I'm driving
I talk to God
He's screaming
I only nod
I need to be where you are
The leaves and trees are shaking
It's raining
The bullets melt
The hunger of hunger itself
It's draining but pain has reservoirs it keeps for itself

And my hands fly off the steering wheel
Can’t recall getting here
If I could I would reach behind and turn my light off
My thoughts run off the beaten track
There's no lighthouse or way back
Take the hand of God and bite the feeder
No more lingering

I'm falling
I’m not in myself
I'm diving
I'm underneath
The hull of
a mighty ship that steams away from here
The bubbles
The surface race
They shine and
they replicate
I hear it
The voice of God is laced with sarcasm in your hands

And my thoughts run off the beaten track
There's no lighthouse or way back
Take the hand of God and bite the feeder
No more lingering
My hands fly off the steering wheel
Can’t recall getting here
If I could I would reach behind and turn my light off