The movement from evening to even later morning

Classy country songs come quiet on the radio as I drive through the deserted downtown of this town. In a minute or a mile, at least a little while, I will have to not hit college students who brave any weather for that but never think to walk this way in the day. Who could say what they will learn tonight, or which light they will miss when the morning's sun comes? Mostly, I am too old for them, and it is strange for a minute to realize I am one of them. Because in this brain are a thousand swirling thoughts and a casi constant thread of truth like a news track across the bottom of a TV screen, but on the outside, besides the scarf and an inch or two of modesty, I am only a girl who wants someone to love her - someone here, right now - even though she knows better.