I waited and hoped someday you'd come around
The silence breaking us apart proceeds without a sound
Any place besides this one is fine with me
Why can't we go back to how we used to be?
The highway is so long
Where is it you've gone?
Like water through my fingers
You slipped away
It's been six months since then, one thousand seven hundred and three miles to the day
The drive home will liberate this silence
Well wishes to the love we once had
The road is covered in words we've said
Apologies rummage in the back of my head
In your arms I wake, confused and worrisome
That my dreams won't come true
That at the end of the drive
I won't have you...