An hour away from home
The lights come on
Standing at the side of the road
I am in awe

Amongst the snow and trees
The freezing cold
I thrive on each sorrowful note

For the moment, all is still
A tranquil pace
The ease of being stranded
In this compassionate place

Amongst the snow and trees
The air is cold and clean
And for the moment, I am at peace

Being able to enjoy a disaster
Is a sham of being so optimistic
Now that the thrill has worn off
And the adventure has lost its charm
I just want to go home

Still waiting at the side of the road
The hours have passed, since I last moved
Head down, eyes closed
Into a suspended sleep I fall

Then in sequence, from far to near
Light reflects off of objects before...
A sun, of the darkest blues
Rises from the hills behind...