Should we change everything, rearrange the furniture,
Start all over?
It's not too late. It never is. Don't even try to
Convince me to quit.
The car was packed, the backseat folded down.
Keep an eye on the freeway. Don't nod off.
Promise me you'll stay awake at least until I'm ready.
You look like you need a change of scene, a change of
Pace.
I think you'll be all right if we drive through the
Night.
Everything in it's place, the furniture is neatly
Rearranged.
The carpets clean, there is no trace of memories, the
Little things that stay
Through the hours and the days.
The furniture, it's colors start to fade, ghosts of tables
And chairs.
Try to explain everything. I'll memorize. I'll organize
My life into place.
It's not too late. It never is. It never was. At least I
Know that much.