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!