Dept. Of Errors

Keys in the ignition
A passing view of police
A cheap scrap metal ring

And the warmth kept inside

The frost chill on the windshield
Features blur and reshape
Headlights wash the ceiling

To a slow song soundtrack

Oh, low voices, confessions
Quietly tremble
Here it means everything

A stretch of road where no one slows

Watching stars through the sunroof
The distance between us