Atmosphere

In the morning
When the lights are out
The sun has yet to rise

The sky is close
A misty rain fills the
Space between the ground and the clouds

The road moves
Soft beneath our wheels,
The moment lasts for miles

If there is a chill
We don't feel it
If there is an ache
It's gone for now
If there is a sorrow
It's leaving us alone today
Or at least a few more miles

On the highway
There's a feeling
We struggle to remember

It passes quickly
Never to be caged
It won't be there for long

All around us
Like a blanket
Made of atmosphere

CHORUS

Thoughts of home
Float along side
As the budding trees pass by

So many pictures
Cast off clothes
And scars and books and tears

Of joy and pain and joy again
They fill the cracks in my
Facade of cool
My mask of laissez faire