A cold damp road beneath my feet
I wish I could see where I was going
A gentle breeze sends shivers down my body
I rub my shoulders to shake it off

I feel my home is still far
I feel it will be a while before I get there
Will it be still be open and lit, dry and warm?
Will she be there this time? waiting?

Maybe, had I walked a little faster?
Had I never left? Had I asked her to come with me?
Had I gone away to her world?
Would that have made her stay?

When every path leads back here,
to this barren land of death,
should I not camp here and  wait?
should I try to run away till my legs work?

I think she doesn't like it here anymore,
Maybe I am just a hotel room visit, cheap and short
I wish I could make her stay or rather
I wish I could go home, go to her