Driving home on the expressway
I got my music up and my windows down
Feel the night air whip in my face
Jamming with Blink on my way into town

The night was fun, my boys are good
There was free pool and a place to shoot the breeze
We’re nothing special in this world
Just three plain guys going into their twenties

I leave them with mixed feelings
I’m tired but I know these times are waning
Not much time left to be just kids
But now I’m off course with my complaining

Alone with my thoughts yet again
They always seem to lead back to you
The more I think the dumber I am
I don’t think I’ll ever know what to do

I keep it slow on the drive back
Giving inspiration plenty of time to hit
But nothing but the same old thing
I think of you more than I’d like to admit

I wanna get home and see you on
Talk to you and know how you’re doing
I’ll read what you say with a smile
Try and take from it some hidden meaning

Not much time until another day has gone
Maybe I’ll stay up with my mind
Contemplate things till the break of dawn

Into my driveway, my journey’s done
Nothing to do now but stave off my boredom
Once again I’ve thought of nothing new
So I’ll express my thoughts by writing this poem