Coming Back

My mind takes me far from home
Tires, make the puddles foam
Your hand is resting on my knee
I smile at you, you smile back at me

Day dreams, like windshield wipers,
Smear my tired thoughts around
I may be lost,
But in your eyes, I’m always found

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