All Is Sideways

All the headlights melt through the snow
Make me wish that I — I was home.
All the streetlights on the streets I go
Make me wish that I — I was home
In silent, white hypnosis
All is sideways, a time arrested
I am aching for home
I am aching for home
Though the wipers are keeping time
I can barely see the lines
And I know you’re waiting at home with hope
So I am driving as fast as I can go
In silent, white hypnosis
All is sideways, a time arrested
I am aching for home
I am aching for home
I am aching for home
I am aching for home
I’m making my way, making my way, making my way home.
I’m making my way, making my way, making my way home.
In silent, white hypnosis
All is sideways, a time arrested