Where Are You Driving? - Laura Veirs

You tangled up in the gnarled tree

You do as you damn well please

You torn and faded by the elements

Starting straight through me

You in suspended animation

You green-gone firefly

That storm brewing at your temple

Never seems to die

Oh, where you driving son

To meet another one

Where you driving dear

To meet some other year

Your briny eyes a hall of mirrors

Your mouth a rose parade clown

Must be a trick of the light

I’m spinning all around

Through clouds of dandelion

Seeds sailing out on the wind

Hoping you’ll be the one to

Plant yourself on in

Oh, where you driving son

To meet another one

Where you driving dear

To meet some other year