Where Are You Driving?

You tangled up in the gnarled tree

You do as you damn well please

You were torn and faded by the elements

Staring straight through me

You, in suspended animation

You green and gone firefly

That storm brewing at your temple

Never seemed to die

Oh, where you driving, son

To meet another one?

Where you driving, dear

To meet some other year?

Your briny eyes are hollow mirrors

Your mouth a rose parade cloud

Must be a trick of the light

I'm spinning all around

Through clouds of dandelions

Seas sailing out on the wind

Hoping you'll be the one

To plant yourself on in

Oh, where you driving, son

To meet another one?

Where you driving, dear

To meet some other year?