The night is young, as they say, but home is the only destination. With the beating of water on the car it's hard to concentrate on anything. The interior is luxurious, but it's too difficult to relax with the rank smell of cigarettes even if the window's open a crack. The rain obscures the road ahead, pouring down to blind the way. When they're impossible to read road signs can not mean a thing. A fine mist rises up from the back, and obscures the trail I've blazed. All it would take is one mistake and this dreary night would end. The lines on the highway disappear under the glare of lights on water. The windshield fogs from humidity and home is all I'll ever seek. The passing cars kick up a storm to blot out all sight instantly. It starts to feel like a bad dream with a way out that I can't see. The road begins to disappear again behind a low-lying stream of clouds. The exits all begin to fade away and the windows are all rivulets. I am sure that I missed my turn, I know that I'll surely be lost if I try turn this car around. I guess that home's in the past, but this road must lead somewhere. All roads appear to be one-way now. There will be no returning here. Everything disappears in this town. The lines on the highway disappear under the glare of lights on water. The windshield fogs from humidity and home is all I'll ever seek.