AltVerse - Round the Block Again

Thumb hovers, then I fold it back and drive.
Every night the road, every night I turn away.
Round the block again, meter running on my pride.
Little brother on the other side, and I keep driving by.
Say I'm sorry, let the word come off my tongue,
But I turn the wheel and the word stays locked and the years roll on.
Oh, one call, one breath, that's all it takes.
I've got the words, I've had them for years.