CASSETTE RAIN, CASSETTE RAIN Dark Meditation

Midnight highway, no destination
Lost in the tape, dark meditation
White lines flashing, eyes going blind
Leaving the broken reality behind

Midnight highway, no destination
Lost in the tape, dark meditation

Cold wind singing through the broken glass
Watching the shadows of the forest pass
Ghostly headlights cutting through the gray
Just one more mile to wash the world away

Midnight highway, no destination