Strange worlds flash before my eyes.
Asleep at the wheel I reside.
Cream and sugarless coffee getting cold.
This is the way to go I’m told.
Dreaming of a better day.
Crying my way through a bitter life.
Dying to the man inside day after day.
My thoughts screaming inside my head.
I think of ways to free my soul.
I fail each time.
Dreaming of a better day.
Strangers come and bang on my door.
Alien to this world have I become.
Coldness of eyes set deep inside stare.
Things blur.
Dreaming of a better day.
Cares of this world tie me down.
Driving along this road of life.
Madness and blackness surround.
Interstate 59 crosses my path.
I stare beyond the window still.
Dreaming of a better day…