Windshield wipers scrape the glass erasing all that's in their path. Erase my brain, erase my mind erase those things that make me cry. Back and forth and to-and-fro wiping clean my painful throes thundering engine, driving rain with streetlamps flashing past unseen just trying to make it home to you my lovely darling i once knew. years gone by left in the past. so now it's time to reacquaint burning rubber screaming brakes. just trying to make it home to you. my gorgeous girl i wish i knew.