Driving home is late and long
I feel old and like it is all too much
Not worth it anymore. It’s cold outside.
I feel tired and like my dreams were only that
Where are those friends I had who told me to keep on trying?
I turn the radio dial and find only one rant after another
And then that music that is nothing but shred guitar
How in the world has that lasted so long?
I scan the dial one time through and then again
Then, far away, through the static, I hear Van Morrison whisper
“I can hear her heartbeat from a thousand miles. . . “
And I believe again. Chills down the spine. It’s all real. My heart lifts.