Looking out to the horizon from the windows of your car
Seagulls gather over us
And the words we spoke about our younger years disappeared
Raindrops pound against the glass
Tired of your voice
Stories from the past
Words about old times
Disappear at last
Had a couple of drinks last night and I took the pounding
Counting hours passing by
The hate-filled mouth kept quiet, the heavy eyes got tired
Now I'm leaving you behind
Until same time next year