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 …
reasons
Walked myself down to the riverbank. Found a place to watch the water- to sit and think. Wondering what it is about you that has this hold on me. Not so long ago, before you came around singing your songs in my town. I swore there would never be another to make me feel this …
Dixie's Road Trip 