Do You Ever Think of Me?

As I sit in lonely motel rooms, I think a lot of you. I cannot purge your memory, No matter what I do. While driving, I am dreaming- While dreaming, often sigh... And melancholy are my thoughts As endless miles roll by. We made our plans together- And then, we two did part. If what we had was not true love, What caused my broken heart? I'm holding no hard feelings- I'll shoulder all the blame, It really doesn't matter- The pain still hurts the same. So, darling, let me ask you- Are you happy being free? I know this may sound foolish- Do you ever think of me?