I've been crying for half the drive

From Queens back to Cleveland

I wonder if the oncoming traffic can tell

Not that I’ll seem them again

So what the hell

I imagine their eyes passing across my tear-soaked cheeks

Then back to the road

As their thoughts go back to

Back to the rest of their weeks

And I can't listen to anything right now

As if I ever heard it again

Then I'd remember this

And I don’t want to remember this