rain on the windshield

speed limit fifty-five
drifting back to seventy-nine
shotgun on the open road

that day in North Cali
window streaks and breath on the glass
broken hearts, another car to pass

no seatbelts to hold me in still
the sound of the road and the rain on the windshield

fields of green go flashing by
so many things left behind
when a patchwork world divides

found out the other day
a soul mate of mine is going away
these blues skies and clouds lined with gray

may all your dreams be fulfilled
your red taillights fade through the rain on the windshield

tears from all eyes they will spill
watching you go through the rain on the windshield

C 2008 Dennis Livingston & David Blake Foster