Driving North - Chris Pureka

I’ve got skin like birch bark

You can peel me off and lose me

To the wind

I guess it’s too late

To protect myself from this

It feels like I’ve been driving north

It’s getting colder

By the mile

And at this rate I’ll be buried in snow

In no time at all

But you’ve been building these walls for a long time

It’s not that I didn’t know

But you’d flash me another smile

As you’d lay

Another stone

And I still fall for that

I still fall for that one every time

This is all that’s left

Just these sad, sad songs

If you’re going to go your way

I guess I’ll carry myself along

Could you build me a guardrail

To keep me from falling

Off of the ledge?

Or throw me a rope

And pull me out of this?

Could you sew me a flag

To remind me

Where I stand

Without you it’s easy

To forget

Well I’ve been taking long drives

With the music too loud

I’ve been dragging my feet

Over this

February ground

And I’ve been talking to strangers

At the local bars

And I wish they were you

You know it just brings me down

Tell me a joke or two I could use one now