The Journey

As I write about my life
she pretends to be asleep
It's another thing she gives me
She knows it's what I need.

You drive for miles in silence
but peace is what we heard
Any words we say mean nothing
they only cage a free-flying bird.

In time you talk in wonder
of how things came to be
but still it doesn't matter
it's such a glory being free.

You know your love in driving
as there's nowhere you can hide.
The miles become a journey
kick back and enjoy the ride.