I used to have recurring dreams
With different faces on the same old themes
Like stairs that lead to nothing
With no railing in between
The concrete down below and the blue cuffs of my jeans
I'll be sometimes in the city
Left alone in a running SUV
Don't know the rules of the road
Can't read the signs that mark the streets
Wondering who the hell left me to drive from the passenger seat
Logic tells me one thing while love tells me another
And I try to heed them both because it matters to my mother
And my father wants the best for me as all good fathers do
But I'm still scared to take the wheel 'til someone tells me to
I'll be kneeling on the pillow
Listening to a summer wind blow
Past the eyelets of my curtains
Like the branches of a willow
I can see a twister tearing straight towards my window
If I could tell you one thing 'bout the fear I'm sleeping under
I'd tell you 'bout the train that has me dreaming of the thunder
Like sirens in the distance or a long forgotten name
I still panic at the thought of taking all the blame
Logic tells me one thing while love tells me another
And I try to heed them both because it matters to my mother
And my father wants the best for me, as all good fathers do
But I'm still scared to take the wheel 'til someone tells me to