i drive off the end of the earth

It’s about 2:30am and I dozed off while reading an article for my psych class tomorrow morning. I had a very disturbing dream. I was driving Feather and myself somewhere. I can’t recall where now, but it was to see someone I knew well and she only vaguely knew. We turned from the main highway onto the backroad, which was very much like the mountain road to camp. The road was winding and hilly, with a lot of blind spots. Then it started to snow, slowly at first then with building intensity. Heather asked me to be very careful. But I was driving fast and (here’s the weird part) my seat back was reclined, so I could really only see the top of the trees. I was attempting to follow to road by watching only where the break in the trees were. Eventually it dawned on me that I should slow down, but not soon enough. I nearly plowed into a tree on the side of the road. I braced for the impact that never came. I tried to sit up and raise the seat back, but for some reason could not. I was laughing maniacally, and feeling somewhat invincible, hit the gas. I caught a glimpse of a group of people on the side of the road, terror in the faces as the car roared by. Heather was screaming and suddenly I heard that sickening thump, created only when you hit a racoon or large animal. The car lurched over what I knew was a human body, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop laughing and just kept driving. Heather was still screaming.

And then I woke up.

Some highway at night.
When I’m not driving the car.
I drift among the headlights, my mind somewhere else now.
I drive off the end of the earth, and every light on your street.
Comes back to me.

In a few more days, I won’t let them get away.
‘Cause this is how we come and go, with ghosts for memories and memories for ghosts.
And no-one sees, anything.

I drive under the billboards, a sight to make my eyes sore.
And wooden birds fly over, every bright blue corner.
Yeah they’re goin’ nowhere.

In a few more days, I’ll be out of your way.
‘Cause this is how I come and go, with ghosts for memories and memories for ghosts.
But no-one says, anythin’.

It don’t mean anything.
No-one says anythin’.
Yeah.

‘Cause this is how I come and go, with ghosts for memories and memories for ghosts.
But no-one says no-one says no-one.
Where did everybody go?
And would anybody tell me if there’s something I should know?
But no-one says, anything.

Asleep at the Wheel ~ Something for Kate