Well it’s 3 a.m. again, like it always seems to be / Drivin‘ northbound, drivin‘ homeward, drivin‘ wind is drivin‘ me / And it just seems so funny that I always end up here / Walkin‘ outside in the storm while looking way up past the tree-line / It’s been some time (Gregory Alan Isakov)

So come on darling stay with me / Let’s cut through the crowd / Make the most of being lost / In what time we’re allowed (Marah)

If today was not an endless highway / If tonight was not a crooked trail / If tomorrow wasn’t such a long time / Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all (Bob Dylan as sung by Jeffrey Foucault)