[i spend a lot of time in my car...]

there's a poem in the trees
and on the road
and on my tongue
speaking volumes
to maybe no one but myself

there's a word inside my mind
that can't escape
as i can't name it
so it waits
for the right time to be found

and i go on
and on
thinking, thinking thoughts
along the road
driving through the fog

there's a poem in the trees
and i can see it
moving through the leaves
i want to run through
but instead i drive ahead
driving toward the sun
that's burning through the fog

and i go on
and on
wondering what is wrong
or if there's nothing
nothing really wrong after all

and i go on
and on
thinking, thinking thoughts
along the road
driving through the fog