Chrome case catches morning glare
Tumbles past the guardrail there
No fare paid for this free ride
Just tide and time on coastal slide
Time drifts west on ocean wind
No meter runs where skies begin
Gold hands turn on borrowed breath
Life ticks past the edge of death
Driver sees the silver arc
Knows the road leaves every mark
Seen ten thousand watches fall
None return to wake the call
Spring unwinds in slow descent
Gears forget their intent
Salt eats brass and leather strap
History takes a final nap
Time drifts west on ocean wind
No meter runs where skies begin
Gold hands turn on borrowed breath
Life ticks past the edge of death
Radio plays a forgotten tune
Wipers dance beneath the moon
Engine coughs a steady prayer
For the watch now floating there
Morning breaks on asphalt gray
Another shift, another day
Pocket empty, dashboard clean
Only ghosts know what it means
Time drifts west on ocean wind
No meter runs where skies begin
Gold hands turn on borrowed breath
Life ticks past the edge of death
Engine idles, coffee steams
Time drifts west in silent dreams
