Dreams of you always feel so real.
I can see your smile again,
Hear your country drawl.
Dreams of you make me feel so alive.
Going down dirt roads,
Sitting in the middle of your truck,
Finding places to pull off for a minuet or two
To fill our need of kissing.

But when I wake up the wanting starts again.
That hallow ache only you bring.
Every sad country song is about you.
Every pick up truck is you passing me by.
Where have you gone?
I miss you.
Can you tell?
Do you feel it too?
Come back to me,
Or at least give me a call.
This heartache is too much.