The windshield wipers just smeared
The raindrops into bands of water
And the headlights slowly moved in
From behind
Obscured in the darkness, I
Painlessly eased my foot down harder
On the gas, and maybe I’ve just lost
My mind

So I tuck my head into the wind
Like anyone should sometimes
I can’t remember a sunny day
Don’t know what it means, anyway
I am what I am
When it’s raining

Sometimes the white lines turn grey
Somethings I’ve just never thought to say
You know what I’m thinking, anyway

The high-beams sometimes just light
The darkness that may rather be black
And the shadows slowly crept off
To the side
Obscured in the teardrops, I
Painfully eased my foot down harder
On the gas, and maybe I’ve just lost
My mind

So I tuck my head into the wind
Like anyone should sometimes
I can’t remember a sunny day
Don’t know what it means, anyway
I am what I am
When it’s raining

Scott Bradford has been building web sites and using them to say what he thinks since 1995, which tended to get him in trouble with power-tripping assistant principals at the time. He holds a bachelor’s degree in Public Administration from George Mason University, but has spent most of his career (so far) working on public- and private-sector web sites. He is not a member of any political party, and brands himself an ‘independent constitutional conservative.’ In addition to holding down a day job and blogging about challenging subjects like politics, religion, and technology, Scott is also a devout Catholic, gun-owner, bike rider, and music lover with a wife, two cats, and a dog.