Late Night Drives: The World is Big Enough Without Her

The World is Big Enough Without Her

All these late nights burn away

Like pretty pictures playing dead

A thirst that shall not be quenched

Another sleepless roll in the hey

She calls to me

As she builds those long machines

I see her face like yesterday

Though it feels as if it's been forever

A period of my life that purged away

Bounced around like war drums on parade

I struggle with my tongue

A battle as dry as sand

There's so much to say

And yet so little to tell

I feel my wit and charisma whittle away

Like cowards in duel

So much to say

About nothing at all

She looks at me with those signature eyes

A gaze as real as nuclear fields

I entertain moments of her embrace

Of leading her through those fields

Where the great machines patrol

Where the great machines go to die

We would drive to a better world

On a road surrounded by the trees of my youth

The sub breaking through like a dagger

She'll turn to me and smile

I'll touch her face and laugh

And the chord gets cut to my delusion

I am not her hero

She will drive through that forest road with another

And I will hallucinate her face in desert winds

Telling myself the world is big enough without her

The world is big enough without her

My greatest piece of science fiction

So stick that needle in my brain

I'm due for a date with the wandering machines

For true love is time wasted

She calls to me

And I shall not answer

Like pretty pictures playing dead

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