First journey I made, I noticed this effect
A huge cloud to the landscape
on a motorway in the foothills
You were into mountains
Drunk probably
And happy to have me here
And so it turned out to be
Me surrendering on a coach
My view of the world
The next time
You knew where I was
Which lead to a new misunderstanding
There were the usual phone calls
Upon a prominence of very cold weather
Not matched by our affection, though
Your sudden arrival was stimulating
The last phase of your daring
The last time we came up together
Half way
After a long turn
And a dark grey rain
I saw you dim the light
Bow under pressure
I'll be more than friendly
Three days later
I saw the sun break through our frozen river
You know, I think I may have gone too far
AOW!