Spark

And last night found me driving down the 405

Chasing down the thoughts that keep collapsing in my mind

And on and on past the lanes of black and white

And deeper and deeper into the cold and steel of night

And I swallowed back the tears as I drove past your house

And circled back hoping to find a light on in the dark

Holding my pocket full of wishes, longing for a spark

But maybe I know better than this

And maybe I know how it is in the before and after

Pushing the pedal to the floor hoping to make some kind of escape-

And I just needed to say these things out loud

And I just needed to say these things out loud

But its closing time

And I don’t need a bottle anyway-

But I wonder if a liquid courage would work

And this pocket full of wishes is tearing at my skin

And I’d give anything to erase these years

Between the freeway lights and the places I fear

And I have memorized these lanes by heart

And I have driven up and down, down and up

And up and down again

Chasing after those things I’ve lost

And maybe just enough to feel like I’m not alone

And more than just a girl crying at the sound of familiar songs-

Holding my pocket full of wishes that I might find the place where I went wrong

Because the air is heavy with the words that have no safe place to land

And my feet are growing tired of the push

And the cold and steel of night is closing in

And these lanes of black and white are playing tricks inside my head-

And this pocket full of wishes; God let there be a spark

And just a few more hours until light eclipses the dark

And I have memorized these lanes by heart

And I have memorized these lanes by heart

And pushing the pedal to floor;

Oh God let there be a spark

And just a few more hours

Oh God let there be a spark~