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Left my coffee on the counter
to go cold
Stared at the floorboards where the dust begins to hold
There's a
quiet in the hallway
that is heavy and too wide
It's the hardest kind of shadow
when there is no sun outside
The kitchen clock is ticking way too loud
And the highway doesn't wash away the crowd
I'm just driving through the dark to find a place
Where I don't see the outline of your face
Saw your keys sitting right there on the shelf
I had to walk away
and talk down to myself
Two hundred miles of white lines on the road
But they don't help to lighten up the load
Just the silence
And the highway
And the dark