Aurora Lights

windshield wipers scream as snow fall alters into wall
my father's steering through the dark woods as we head afar
to the narrow streets where our childhoods meet

I hope I'm not forgotten here yet, but it's been so long
is the place where you are from the same as where you do belong?
years back, still unstained, I knew each face by name
and I'm glad I'm back tonight
beneath aurora lights

hooded parking lot kids huddle, smoking in a ring
a bittersweet feel swirls as my teenage is echoing
being 15 here can be a load to bear

hanging by the bus stop lends you hope of things to see
aging like a dog at seven times the normal speed
can they recall, my friends, when we used to spend
our drunken teenage nights
beneath aurora lights?

we slow down under unlit streetlights, bowing and aligned
outside the worn down houses where our old ones wait to die
my mother once said "Jonas, don't let life just pass you by"
I grew up here believing in people who try
the taillights from my best friends spin in circles and take flight
forming giant waves of light upon these Northern skies

silence alone is a "welcome home"
beneath aurora lights