cigarette in hand

CHANGEinWAVES

He leans from the window
Whenever I drive by
Cigarette in hand
And a glaze to his eyes

Staring off into nothing
The road below hums
Traffic and smog
Dust lingers low

She's in the room
Crying in her hands
Perched on the edge
Of where black meets blue

Tears stream
As if drops of rain
Rolling down the windshield
Her hands tremble
As he comes near

I hear a scream
Then a cry
The traffic still hums
As it passes by

Beyond the window
Nothing shows
a far off world
I'll never know

Tomorrow as I drive past
Her face I'll try to see
Though I know
It'll be those glaring eyes
Staring back at me