The morning rain finds me in bed thinking of you. I want to call in my best sleepy, throaty voice to hear you say you’re thinking of me too. Forgetting the miles and miles and so many days. You say you don’t feel the distance but my aching arms sure do. Now it’s early still …
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 …
Dixie's Road Trip 