3 in the morn and we drove through town…
one of your imaginary heart attacks…
kept poppin’ nitros…
no radio…no noise…just silence…

kept holdin’ on to your chest…
arms folded round…
ran red lights…
passed McDonald’s…old YMCA…coney stand…

and it was pitch black…
guided by headlights…
old voices haunting…
from childhood…from childhood…

chores on Saturdays…
playin’ basketball on a dirt court…
you took granny-shots…
cursed when ya’ missed…

but childhood ends…
maybe parenting stops too…
we drove in silence…
just silence…

two of us…
father…son…
one taking care of the other…
funny…never saw it comin’…

asked me what day it was…
Sunday…,i said…
oh…
yep…

we drove in silence…
just silence…

should’ve talked more…