The past drove by

The past drove by with
an old address book
I lost in a lost jacket on a wet hot, booze buzzed night
but the writing was half run away with beer and tears, snot and soot
and these pin prick eyes don't see so good these days.
But, all the names were of people I never knew,
faces I never saw.
I told the past to drive away and not to come by anymore,
I know my on history, I shouted it on it's way. But here it comes again
urging me to race with it in the rain, lie beside it in the sun,
merging all my old, lost address books into one.