Driving South

Though I know you'll never read the words I'm writing now
 shopping lists, ephemera beneath the Kingston stars
 evening rain is drifting in through spaces in the dark
 and I dream of angels in the plumes of cigarettes
 a single feather floating high above the silent Thames
 bright electric trains on Friday
 evening rain again
 me and mr.jones
 so, so speechless and alone
 shopping lists, ephemera beneath the silent Kingston stars you know
 drifting though the Sunday mall until I'm blind
 and tonight tonight tonight the time is mine
 to purge the sweetness from my heart
 and turn my eyes back to the darkness speechlessly
 wherever it is I should be
 (chorus)
 it's a suburb in the rain
 it don't matter anyway
 I get into work with the night still in my mind
 on bright electric trains I'm blind
 drifting though the Sunday mall
 and burning in the night
 I wish I was driving south forever
 from the light upon the asphalt and the rain
 but into Sunday's dreams I fall again
 standing in my kitchen
 I am turning with a fever in my heart
 above the drifting summer and the dark