Radio

Hours sitting in a hot car, sometimes not going very far.

On the long trail you start, you realize it's getting dark.

On the long trail you start, your music will never part.

As your car starts, the radio begins with a little spark.

The spark of a note, that resonates through your heart.

Beach

Crashing waves, crashing waves, making my heart quicken in beat.

Making it much, much harder for me to sleep.

The sand so coarse, it's making me so weak.

All of these thoughts are making things so bleak.