Seven minutes.

Its eleven thirty and a thousand red lights lead out of the city.
And i remember the day well spent.
The food we ate
The fun we had
The things we saw.

Its eleven thirty one and a thousand red lights lead out of the city.
And i remember the little things
the held hands
the warmth of your skin
the smile on your face.

Its eleven thirty two and a thousand red lights lead out of the city
And i remember after dinner
the pack in your bag
the stick between your fingers
the smoke on your breath.

Its eleven thirty three and a thousand red lights lead out of the city
And i remember the pain
the sorrow of each puff
the tear of the heart
the sigh at the stick.


Its eleven thirty four and a thousand red lights lead out of the city
And i remember how
You wanted to take control
To redeem your soul
To start anew.

Its eleven thirty five and a thousand red lights lead out of the city
And i wish
That i could give more than just verbal support
That i could spend every minute of my time with you
That i can help you more on the road to renewal.

Its eleven thirty six and a thousand red lights lead out of the city
And i wonder
If all drivers feel the way i do
If classical music calms the soul
If you know how i feel.