I drove on the highway Entering the city and watching everyone else leave I was on my own little adventure I began to question if the people surrounding me were too I imagined us all in a movie of our own Each one unique, each person driving home
He's a lawyer on his way home to three kids She just came back from family court That couple went on a lunch date Then walked around Enjoying the city building reaching towards the blue sky Watching all the cars and people pass them by Now they are all people driving home
I sit there and wonder, as these questions fill my mind Aren't we all just people on our way home? Driving steadfastly towards the moments we want to last? Are we all driving towards someone? Driving towards eternity? Driving towards our chapter's endings? Driving to new beginnings? Aren't we all just people driving home?
