do you ever wonder why the ride home

do you ever wonder why the ride home
is so much quicker than the trip away,
so who’s long gone out late leaving alone
another lover brother or sister all day—
and who do we meet early on and tag along
with, for adventure and good play:

you see, thought works the same way;
how quick can you remember that song,
the one that sounds in each word you say;
when do you know why and what when is wrong,
and when do you lead on through like a light ray:
it’s there, you know, all you’ll know, however you roam.