there are so many things that i want to say
tonight, it seems almost incapable
as we drive through the mountains
twisting and turning
like the sunset into the blue twilight
where the low clouds and the fog
seep through the trees
hovering close to the evergreens
calm and collected
deep and submissive
free and expansive
i touch the cold glass and blur along
looking over a valley, a field, a barn
an old white farm house 
with classic window shudders
the paint is chipped and peeling away
near the house, the elk have come 
they are eating, they are silent
they are gathered and hidden in the landscape
and we pass along, unnoticed
as our headlights cut the highway
there are so many things that i want to say
as the heat blows out through the vents
and i warm my hands on my legs
sitting crossleged in the passenger side
wanting to feel you like i used to
i can't read you like i used to
you see right through me like you always have
you're driving and i want to hold you hand
the clouds, white on purple, make reflections
in the mountains becoming hills
all is flat and under water
there was rain and there was flooding
now the world is upside down
and i can see moons on the horizon
i can almost see you smiling by the 
dim lights on the dashboard
there are so many things that i want to say
this silence is killing me now
and the fields are becoming buildings
the buildings becoming cities
our highway winds through tunnels, under bridges
and i wish there was a way to reach you
though you are only inches away
i can almost feel you breathing and i 
don't think i can take it
the fire in your eyes has faded and left
to become these city lights
the oranges and yellows on the streets
the white shine in the windows
there are so many things that i want to say
but i simply cannot form the feelings into words
i want to be back in the fog
by the old diner built upon the mountain side
near the old farm house in the field and pine
let me touch you one last time