Driving At Night In The Rain
Driving, at night, in the rain The street lights invite Colors on the road Get stoned, and listen to Music on the radio You enjoy the visual show The neon lights bounce off you As you enjoy the solitude Colors of yellow and blue That you must pass through And alter your mood Driving at night In the rain Is so beautiful For those who are all alone
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I’m just a blue collar guy from Omaha, Nebraska. I like punk rock and foreign art house movies but I’m catholic and a conservative who voted for Trump. It puts me at odds with all the artsy hipsters. I don’t really fit in anywhere. Artsy people are all atheists and liberals and conservatives don’t like the art I like. Being different sucks. I really don’t get along with anyone.
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