Midnight Drive written in 1999 for Keystone Garden
Its one o’clock in the morning
The silence of the night is deafening
Your bed is calling you
Sleep is screaming your name
Yet get in your car
Preparing for a three hour drive
And the reason for this trip?
Its just you being you
Its one o’clock in the morning
Two hundred miles left to go
Its one o’clock in the morning
Three hours left to pass
Its four o’clock in the morning
There’s a knock at my door
There you stand after your three hour midnight drive
The dream is still in my head
The tiredness still in my eyes
Yet my heart is filled with love
Thinking of your three hour midnight drive
Its one o’clock in the morning
Two hundred miles left to go
Its one o’clock in the morning
Three hours left to pass
I’m not sure if you know just how much it meant to me
I’m not sure I realized the strength of your actions
But there’s one thing that I know
I’m not sure of anyone else
I don’t know of anyone else willing to take a three hour midnight drive
Its one o’clock in the morning
Two hundred miles left to go
Its one o’clock in the morning
Three hours left to pass
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, actions speak louder than words
And nothing speaks stronger than a three hour midnight drive