Grand Caravan

Scrounging up the change in your cup holder for gas

There’s a station up ahead after the overpass

Seventy cents, unleaded it was enough to get you home

By 8 a.m. to a bed where my mother slept alone

Is it what you had in mind

When you were imagining the rest of your life?

Looking at all your decisions

They’re permanent, doesn’t it hurt?

Is that what you had in mind?

The gravel in our driveway made a particular sound

You screamed that you heard it and you’re on your way down

They hitched it up to the back of the truck and then turned away

You came inside with some quarters and dimes that you gave to me

Is it what you had in mind

When you were imagining the rest of your life?

Looking at all your decisions

They’re permanent, doesn’t it hurt?

Is that what you had in mind?

I sat and watched you from my room as you were unphased

Changing your clothes and you gathered your things

And you walked to the train

And I still wonder

Is it what you had in mind

When you were imagining the rest of your life?

And looking at all your decisions

They’re permanent

Doesn’t it hurt?

Is that what you had in mind?

Did you leave it all behind?

When you started taking control of your life

Found yourself in a position

Impermanent

Doesn’t it hurt?

Is that what you had in mind?