Sixteen

You've gone far
on one tank of gas in your father's car.
But even so,
you've got miles before you left to go.

Oh, such strong emotions - 
the streetlights melt
in the oceans within your eyes.

These towns look dead,
there's a painful pulse beating in your head.
The night is long
and the songs on the radio all seem wrong.

Another strong emotion -
the streetlights melt
in the oceans within your eyes.

Another farm ahead,
another field of wheat, another barn.
Passing by them all
on a vacant road in the night,
holding the steering wheel tight.

Here comes the rain,
like scattered tears on the windowpane.
But you've gone far
on one tank of gas in your father's car.

These are just strong emotions -
the streetlights melt
in the oceans within your eyes.