Bad Drumming

I've been crying for half the drive
From Queens back to Cleveland
I wonder if the oncoming traffic can tell
Not that I’ll seem them again
So what the hell
I imagine their eyes passing across my tear-soaked cheeks
Then back to the road
As their thoughts go back to
Back to the rest of their weeks

And I can't listen to anything right now
As if I ever heard it again
Then I'd remember this
And I don’t want to remember this