Through the driveway that connects the road to the lane
The purple in my sunglasses makes reds a darker shade

Making the man on the bicycle look short of breath


I come so far for the worst tasting tea
I don't care what anyone says boiled is better than microwaved

But the kids at the counter are so eager to please


My little ones have fun for an hour and a bit
The silence is supposed to be a reprieve

But I miss them terribly when they aren't with me


Counting the seconds until I can return again
'Til I return home to cuddles and stories and little hands

Up over the bridge past the sunset


Pressing buttons for traffic lights and learning how to wait
Until we all get home again

And to sleep and to wake to another day


And one day they'll be grown and gone
Their hands full of little hands of their own

But I'll always remember that lane


The weather warming and then cooling
Looking back, it wasn't such a long driveway

Looking back, I'd walk it all again