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 8am… 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?
It’s not 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?
It’s not 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?
Looking at all your decisions
They’re permanent
Doesn’t it hurt?
It’s not 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?
It’s not what you had in mind…