I drove over every road I know
I climbed so very many hills
Looking high and low

I crossed all the bridges
I combed every coast
I still get chills when I miss her most

Everything, everywhere is just thin air
And there's no wind to spare
She's not there

For 40 years the rains came
And the floods rage on
Heart's all adrift
Without helmsmanship
Or hope of getting home

I know where I belong...

In her *****
Within the fold
Behind her eyes
Outside the cold

But everything , everywhere is just thin air
And there's no wind to spare
She's not there

©Jason Cole