We drove home in separate cars.
I chose my favorite way.
You took a road less traveled.
I guess that's what time will do to you.
As much as I try I haven't tried nearly hard enough to keep you close and safe.
I know I've failed but you haven't been home.
You were right when you said this time spent is time lost.
But I couldn't hear you from across the room.
This conversation is lost in the walls.
There's not that much left in my tank.
I spent it all driving state to state.
What I lost last winter is more than my head can wrap itself around.