Still numb from the backseat drive

wondering whether my guilt will pass me by

listened to Hendrix for a while

but only ended up thinking

I guess my pride was gone

when I started sinking.

The junk in the back is piled way too high

Its crowding us and pushing us

with pleas we reply

Turn up the AC

Turn the radio down

Head back to the ocean

Head back to the sound

The mountains are closing

In on us now.

The four-lane traffic

And lights all around

If a rock trips us up

if we crash to the pavement

I’ll be one less expense

on the next bank statement.