This final push

Slide, slide down.
The window of the car is closing
This time, we won't be going home
Gliding down the highway hoping
That we ride alone.
Glide, glide down.

And the sun doesn't shine - it pours
And the time doesn't move - it stalls
And mother doesn't mind at all
she prays, that we're, together
This final push,
This final push,
This final push,
It's only an inch, an inch, an hour away.

Wind, wind down,
If I push, the door will open
To the drive-in-side
And we're so tired, of climbing
So tired and this all seems so final
climb, climb down.

And the sun doesn't shine - it pours
And the time doesn't move - it stalls
And mother doesn't mind at all
she prays, that we're, together
This final push,
This final push,
This final push,
It's only an inch, an inch, an hour away.

Martin Bowes