The rain beats the windshield as they drive away from doing the most and saying the least
Nothing came of it and nothing rose, someone forgot to add the yeast

Their fist slams the steering wheel again
As the headlights from passing cars cause their tears to glisson

The radio is low but fits the mood
Doing their best to forget what was good

They approach their destination, one that wasn’t in mind
The tires slosh to a stop as the seat reclines

The sky flickers and thunder matches their soul
Deep echoes far away,black as coal

As they calm, the music rises and eyelids gain weight
The rest stop pauses them from their fate