Ride

what is this parcel you hide from me?
smothered with overconfident blasé
tucked away inside you, so delicately
you fall asleep, it drifts away.

and when you come around
I see that look in your eye
where's the parcel to be found
press your ear to the sky.

souls wandering through empty streets
touch the grey find a tree
cars driving by with empty seats
you're all alone, even with me.

so you look for another and another
but you never get inside
we all wear the same impervious cover
you have to flow with the tide.

out at sea the cloak breaks apart
baring the soul for only the dark
while ice cold water freezes your heart
deep inside you subdue that spark

now come back from that land
don't be afraid to confide
I was always with you, hand in hand
for this is my eternal ride.