I’ve been in your car for weeks

Till the distance grows more than we can stand

I can’t stand to hear you as your shifting in and out between the breeze

Or feel you as the world beneath you bends between your feet

As you drift off to sleep

And it’s not so far

And it’s not that bad

In the house where you grew up

With your voice caught

In the letters that you send

But there’s more that we should say

Backscripted till the moments that we cursed our years and gave regret it’s place

But it’s nothing that could stop me

Even though there’s days it haunts me

Have you known it all along

How you’d swallow every song

If the letters send, relentless

And the wounds are open, endless

Take the early flight back home

Marry our hearts to the road