Lonely letters fall like late December rain
Link together and form tinkly words
Driving at night on the last lane
That melancholy feeling undisturbed
Random memories show up invitingly
Lingers affectionately like old lovers
The reflection smiles wistfully
And smile again seeing it in the mirror
It could be anything or nothing at all
But you're alone and you laugh and sigh
It could be for something or everything
But nothing could take away that slow night drive
