Waiting on the light to change

Put your defense down
Open up your heart and lay
All of it out
I know how hard it sounds
But loneliness will have its way
In feeding your doubts

Waiting On The Light To Change by Matthew Perryman Jones

Driving along a highway. At hundred twenty. It feels like god is watching you. The auto – buck naked – it’s only the chassis, the steering wheel, the seat, and you. You feel invulnerable in that speed because you see the rain speckles streak upwards yet you don’t feel the violent current of air that you’re piercing into.

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