Nothing Left

from by Jacob Miller

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Drive like the highway's not frozen behind you,
drive like the winter's not filling your lungs -
spun out on the roadside, my hands are shaking hard,
shame and half-felt prayer on the tip of my tongue

snow piles up on the windshield, still don't know who to call,
i left with no direction, i don't think i've come that far,
There's a flare in the glovebox and a blanket on my lap,
but I've already found you, what's the use in a map?

In my head i play it back, everything you ever said to me
and i know it's a long, long time that you've been trying to make me leave:
so you say, keep driving, keep driving , 'til there is nothing left
but a vacant heart keeps trying, keeps trying, 'til there is nothing left

My hands cradle the wheel, believe I'm holding your head,
stroking your hair, saying take me someplace I haven't been before,
and you turn back on your side, shake me off like a bad dream,
and my own changing language can't tell me what this means.

Call for help, start the car: get back onto the road -
pick a direction, doesn't matter where you go.
Three quarters of a tank, vague hopes, my self-respect -
keep driving, keep driving, until there is nothing left.

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from Changing Signs, released April 21, 2016

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Jacob Miller Grinnell, Iowa

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