week fortyfive: fire on i-295

fire on i-295

i found her crying in her car
in a symphony of violins and classical guitars
i could hardly hear the sirens
for the static and the sound on the radio

fire on i-295
she looks out her window
and she tells me she’ll be fine
i ask her if it’s okay if i stay
until the ambulance arrives

i think i could love somebody now
i think i could love somebody now
while a tractor trailer burns

we were driving
we were moving
now we’re sitting on the side of the highway
somewhere in the state of maine

she looks at her reflection in the mirror
she says her sister lives about a mile north of here
and when she saw the wreckage
she thought of her nephew in his carseat

i think i could love somebody now
i think i could love somebody now
while a tractor trailer burns

we were driving
we were moving
now we’re sitting on the side of the highway
somewhere in the state of maine

all the time we had
all the time we lost

we were driving
we were moving
now we’re sitting on the side of the highway
somewhere in the state of maine

we’re sitting quiet in her car
in the symphony of violins and classical guitars
we can hardly hear the sirens
for the static and the sound on the radio