I know that on the road it can get real lonely
When your body aches, but not from work, or lack of sleep.
I will be there, but I need more than you are offering. Something quite to ease my soul.
This can only lead to heart ache
It can't go further than the door.
But while you are here, we are granted mercy. Lord knows the pain the world can throw
It hurts most when I think it's over
Maybe more, if it were just a fantasy
The friendship we offered each other was warm rich deep and real.
Even if in the real world, it could never be understood
Fleeting moments that mean more than most of life's encounters
In my thoughts, as more than memory
