Our memories hold hands and dance happily in the footsteps you and I left on this road.

Now that your "nobody but me" has melted and become "somebody that's not me"...

Sweetheart...
I wish I could show you;
How a broken violin lying on a silent road I have become...

For I have lost command of night rhythms that could sway your heart.

And now...
Baby,
I switch roads on my way back home.