The Passenger

I woke up wondering where I was In my dream I had been driving somewhere Here there everywhere trying to get home I thought I saw it down the street that street Turned down that street only to find It didn’t look like the right one The end looked too cluttered too busy I was going down the wrong street Looked like the right one So where am I The sun shone but I was in the dark I was a man but my child was lost I could see then but I can’t see now Then I asked for directions And my darkness shed its skin When my passenger pointed the way Frank Black Blacharczyk