Heading in and out of the mountain side.
We're moving forward, on this highway, to the top for the view.
It's already the hour of the day when I know you will say, it's time to go.
You've already made up your'e mind but I'm scared you will find another way home, than with me.
Will you cry about my hand when we walk away, or slip a note inside my back. Will you open up and say everything? or leave it for another day, just like today.
"Please trust in this", you asked.
You're eyes are full, you're driving fast.
"We're almost there." You say.
But how long can this last.
(Day after day)
(Day after day)
You're so quiet, makes it hard to feel like I'm here with you. How can it be this lonely when I'm with somebody?
And we drive on, for how long?