Distances

The miles that keep us far apart are cruel and cold and lonely, wishing you were here with me, I'm thinking of you only. Roads and motels separate us, simple things that stretch and tear, leave us yearning for each other, distances too much to bear. Faulty wipers, rusty chassis, burning gas and leaking oil, overloaded, low and heavy, stale cheeseburgers start to spoil. Maryland, then West Virginia, white line fever, neon light, blurred and blinded by the downpour, makes it hard to see at night. Monday morning, Georgia State Line, Florida is beckoning, I'll be in Tampa before noon time easy, by my reckoning. In your arms at Cracker Barrel, final rest stop, almost home, stretch my legs and see the kids now, Clearwater, no more to roam.