Empty Highways

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