The Lights Are On

Overcast and overblown

The lights are on, but no one's home

Not much left to try

Certitudes and absolutes

Tonguing on a wisdom tooth

A little friend of mine

Couple hundred miles to go

Not a shelter from the cold

Nowhere left to hide

Sun, she hangs behind a cloud

The lights are on, I don't know how

I don't mind the drive

Does it make you weak? Does it take its toll?

The lights are on, but no one's home

Does it wear you thin? Does it grind you down?

The lights are on and I don't know how