It's 6 in the morning

I wake up with a bitter taste

My sleep has been restless

And I feel a nail in my brain

I don't want to do what I do

But I make some coffee in the kitchen

Carefully I pick up my stuff

The car is ready and the rain begins to fall

And I feel so free in this darkness

Never thought I could feel that way

It all makes sense now in this brightness

Never thought I could feel that way

6:30 in the morning

The truck splits the rain on the road

Comes from far and goes even farther

The man sings but cannot recall the song

It's 7 in the morning

The driver put out a smoke

Someone waving thеir arms in the road verge

A tirе skid, a wet brake or maybe just fate