i walked these late night roads...
trying to find some peace with this..
but all i found were reasons why
it's such a lie..distance doesn't make
the heart grow fonder..
it only helps you die...
please god.. find a reason why
you should give her back to me
i don't want to wait until
i pass away to see her face again
the hospital where you once laid
has become a distant memory
but the look inside your eyes...
well that's another story
so i walk these roads, from riverview to
andrew crest., trying to find something we left behind
but the only things that still stand strong
are the homes from our childhood.
and the places where new children play...
like the creek down in the woods..
where we first drank our first bottle
and danced to this guitar
we we had our first kiss
and our teenage years were teenage bliss
please god...