I’m shuttered inside with the rain pouring by,
White and yellow reflections dance in my eyes.
Sitting upright, while drums bang in my ears.
My mind wondering off into a blank stare,
Trapped inside while the storms shakes violently,
One town to the next the moonlight shines.
Upon the red paint eagerly to go home;
Red, yellow, green a ton so it seems.
No where important, just looking for my home.
A home that no longer exist to me anymore.
One last song is played into my ears,
“Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio†then
I drive up to the street where home use to be.
The lights are all on, people laughing gloriously.
My head titles down and the song continues
Playing, a tear drop falls and I drive on.
The rain still pouring.
