the long way home

There’s something about this time of year
that reminds me of you.
I slide behind the wheel and remember
how you used to feel.
I think about how you’re gone
as I take the long way home.

Window open, radio on
driving to the place I love
where the pavement meets the gravel
down along old Lake Road.
This country road is like a lover that leads me on
to take the long way home.

I remember that summer night
we stopped on this old road
and how we danced in the headlights
to our favorite songs.
Now it is just me and my memories alone
when I take the long way home.

Sometimes it is just the long drive
that makes me feel so alive.
When I have no particular place to go
just me with room to roam
to take the long way home.

%d bloggers like this: