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Driving
Words and Music: Bruce S. Cridlebaugh 1998
mp3 recorded 2001 -- 1.5MB

Driving through the night
 The rain is streaming off the glass
  And we don't have a single thing to say
Another silent night
 Of trying hard to be polite
  It seems anything could start it up again

If I could give you anything
 I wouldn't give you trouble
  If everything were right
   There'd be no pain

All the years together
 We would talk about forever
  Now we just turn and look our separate ways
You insist that I am angry
 Til at last I become angry
  And you're mystified at what could start the fight

One insists and one resists
 It just keeps grinding
  Nothing melts
   And nothing blows away

Insulted you walk away
 Do I follow; do I stay?
  Do I set aside my pride to prove my love?
Time upon a time, I said
 We're forever intertwined. You should
  Only expect the best there is from me

If you could see the effort
 I'd ask you, "Be patient"
  It all works out
   It only takes some time
  
  
 
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