Closed park, Monday night, 3am.
It's been a long day for me.
I'm sure you know this,
Not like I was home for dinner.
Or when you went to bed.

Heading home, Concord Road, 2:45am.
Ozzy is on the radio,
Proclaiming the end of crying.
Mist is rising from the road,
Blurring the lines and edges,
Generally making things difficult.
I think about how I left you,
My only presence in your bed
A kiss and a hug on the way out.

It's a pretty screwed up world,
If you think about it.
I'm not saying that my happiness
Is more important then the next person's,
But is it really worth leaving you
Simply to let someone watch TV,
At midnight?

Heading home, Nolensville Road, 2:50am.
Ozzy has moved on to his next song,
I've moved to another road.
Nights like these are my favorites...
They reach out to hold you in their arms,
Soothing the rough edges of the world.
Second drive down this road tonight,
I feel like I'm dreaming.
The scenery changes and blurs,
Nothing seems real in the mist.

I can almost see you sitting next to me.
Do you remember how we used to
Drive down country back roads,
Looking for a secluded nook,
Or a darkened driveway?
Sometimes I miss those days.
Before apartments, before the house
All we had was each other.

Heading home, Burkett Rd, 2:55am.
Slipping quietly past the houses
That stare at me from across wide lawns,
I decide that I need a break.
A piece of quiet, mental space.
After a second of chewing this idea,
The park floats to mind.

The park closes at 11:00 pm.
Not exactly great for late night visits.
That doesn't really matter,
Not right this second at least.
So at the right place I turn left,
Wind my way past the parking lots,
Empty for hours now.

Closed park, Monday night, 3am.
It's been a long day for me.
Nineteen hours since I saw your smile,
Mostly staring through the windshield.
Poor substitute for your eyes.

So I sit back and turn off the van,
Look around briefly to see where I am.
Driving tired tends to make
Everywhere seem the same.
I sigh and open the door to step out.
Plant my boots into the asphalt.
After about 20 aimless steps
I stop and lie down.

I do silly things sometimes.
Like lying in the middle of a parking lot
At 3:02 in the morning.
But resting there I realized
That this is where I was supposed to be...
This moment, at least.

Memories of our times together
Float through my head,
The night under the stars,
On a hill that's no longer there.
Moving into our first solo apartment.
Moving into our house.

And as I sit and try to find the big dipper,
I realize that there haven't been that type
of times together recently.
That we haven't had any time
To just sit back and enjoy ourselves.
Without any restraints, or worries.

I finally find the dipper,
Sitting just below a planet.
I wonder if it's Venus.
You were always better
At remembering which was which.

I listen around me.
The van has stopped popping,
All that is left is the night noises.
I smile and rise as I hear a bird sing sleepily.
I know that I have found
What I came here for,
And that my place is now in your arms.