Watching my headlights cut the night;
That there's something there that I can't see
In front of me, not behind.
Where'd I pick up this certainty?
(Irrationality, no proof.)
There's something which isn't there and Should Be.
(Irrational, snap out of this mood!)
Look,
The snow's too thick, no lanes, no roads,
Just a vague sense of Where It Should Be.
Tires grinding through the ice,
Breath freezing on my teeth.
There's no way it is Meant To Be,
Yet I know it as my name
(Irrational! There's no Meant To Be's)
But I feel it all the same.
Can you miss someone you've never met?
Can you behold a future you regret?
If it hasn't happened yet.
And yet...
There's an absence as a presence
In the road ahead.