To be me

A Story by Train

You can't be miserable. I have to do something. Even if you didn't tell me... even if you didn't prod the aging miles continuously while driving. Wait, who's driving. I'm not. I'm not driving. What do you want?
Cigarettes..why? To feel better. I walk the line. drive slowly. walk with me now. He's miserable...why? What if I don't sit beside you when the steam pressure's high?
The miles are steady apace. What if I become miserable. Don't think, no.
It's right across the road past the crossing line. Why misery?
You can't be miserable. The lines are crossing. I'm still here.