What Could Be but Isn't

The heat is standing still today

Empty houses I’m passing by on my way

A baby is crying in the yard somewhere

Is this going anywhere?

And as we are driving through the fields we see

Man in the sweat of their faces in some kind of harmony

Bringing in the crops, thinking about their families

Are they speaking to me?

What could be

But isn’t

What could be

But isn’t

Another town another place

I can feel my body I can see my own face

In the rear-view mirror together with the men disappearing in the fields

To the humming of the wheels

What could be

But isn’t

What could be

But isn’t

And for the first time on that trip I felt I disappeared

Still I loved the gentle touch of that rippled steering wheel

Not knowing if I was knowing if I was even here

With the artificial leather seats so very real

I thought I could be whole and still aware

And while I knew that this was hardly a possibility

And that it’s probably the core of human tragedy

With the humming of the wheels speaking consolingly

I felt what our ancestors called love

What could be

But isn’t

What could be

But isn’t

Standing still in the heat again

Empty houses no one seems to be living in

Still a baby is crying in the yard somewhere

Guess I’ll go and take care