Black curtains separate me from the driver’s seat.
Drive on, drive on, I say from the back of the limousine.
And my chauffeur decides the places I will be.
I trust the driver enough to draw the curtains tight.
Drive on, drive on, I say,
Into the black of unknown nights.
Drive on, old friend, you know me better than myself.
And in the meantime, I will rest the rest of a forfeit life
And rejoice in the places, faces, and someones that we meet
As we stop, stop, stop, and step out into the sunshine
Of unknown but perfectly orchestrated tomorrows
And todays. And the stretch limousine
Goes on and on into the setting sun
Of God’s perfect plan for me.