And in my travels,
alone on the road,
I see the seat beside me,
and know you can never go home.
There was a time,
when I'd enjoy going anywhere,
tribute to a better time,
when you were with me.
There was a place,
innocent in love,
I held your hand and kissed your face,
with you still with me.
Now I know I don't know,
much of anything,
don't know what tomorrow brings,
but I know I loved you.
Time. Never enough time,
to work it out,
scream and shout,
or think and find,
a way to make up.
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