2am

What's your loneliest feeling I asked  
She told me
 
Sitting outside my door
At 2 in the morn  
Listening to the breeze  
Hearing the light, whistle of the wind  
Rustling within  
Making the tree shake her leaves  
 
I asked my other friend  
He said
 
Outside by the ocean  
My feet in the sand  
With no one in hand  
At 2am  
As the waves crash against  
The golden bridge
And the water rises  
And hits my feet in the sand  
 
They turned and asked what was mine  
I said
 
driving down the freeway  
2 in the morning  
With no one on the road.  
Listening to nothing but the tire tracks  
My car on the road  
While everyone is in bed. Warm  
I'm on my way this place  
that doesn't even feel like home