Highway travelin’nCar pointed to westnAnd the sky above us is pale bluenand GodlessnnMorning in Dallas, Texasnon a road that is blank and widenSometimes I just get so far away from GeorgianThat I do not know the man behind my eyesnnAnd all I want is a taste of her affectionnAnd all I want is a minute of her timenand I want her to feel the same when I’m calling out her namenLike nothings ever changed when I come homennEmpty picture frames and confusing staresnSpace between her and me has been an oceannI guess a continent could stop us just as wellnnAnd all I want is a taste of her affectionnAnd all I want is a minute of her timenAnd I want her to feel the same when I’m calling out her namenLike nothings ever changed when I come home