by Caryn Arnold

Created on: September 24, 2010

Time is a Highway Passin' Us By

Time used to come

right up to our doorstep,

but now it's just a highway

passin' us by. Holdin' hands,

parkin' in the graveyard,

we were bright with

youth and lovin' wasn't hard.

Now I'm fifty-one and

still feelin' twenty, but

there ain't now one here

whose feelin' the same.

I'm just watchin' the

highway passin' us by. Passin'

us by and feelin' the pain

of drivin' a convertible

at ninety in the rain.

Time used to come right up to our

doorstep, but now it's just a

highway passin' us by. Now it's

just a highway passin' us by.

There's a knot in my

stomach anchored to my

gut that's killin' the

time that's passin' us by.

Like a noose around my

neck is the memory

of you reachin' out to

me in something we called

intimacy. But we were

like hungry mongrels

knawin' on a bone,

drivin' down the highway

headed to home and all the

time feelin' alone. We were

young but never feelin' free.

Time used to come right up

to our doorstep, now it's just a

highway passin' us by, Time

is just a highway passin' us by.

Time is just a highway passin' us by,

sideswiped by life, time is just

a highway passin' us by.

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