If My Life Was a Car

Not seeing you would be like Driving to Paris everyday But the Eiffel Tower fades away Not talking to you would be like Owning a Lamborghini gleaming gold But its tank runs empty in the cold Not being pillowed by you would be like Racing across continents at light-speed Without comfort that I deeply need Not hugging you would be like Traversing through untamed terrain With no safety to ease my pain Not holding your hand would be like Steering without direction or guide No purpose, no path where I can ride And if my life was really a car... Not loving you would be like Crossing endless miles alone Just pushing forward on my own Till there's nowhere left to roam -