"What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies."

Pitch black when I lift my eyes
But the streetlights and the fresh snow
Harmonize

I've got that route still etched in my head
Door closing behind, I race out
Still warm.

The snow crunches a solo in the still night
Junction, make a right, then a left, and right.
Almost,

I could have waited
But I couldn't keep as still as the night
And neither could you
...

I never did like New York anyway.