I'm driving down this god-forsaken highway again
I've got a letter on the dash
I've got a hundred miles left
I'm more than halfway there, and I don't need a map
I've still got the directions that you sent
On the back of your yearbook photograph
Do you remember that?
It still makes me laugh
Soon I'll be parking in that old familiar driveway again
I wonder if you'll be at home
I should have called to let you know
I wonder if you've planted all of those flowers and bulbs
That you said you were going to plant
Before the winter
I wonder if you still look the same, or if years of missing me
Have left their mark upon your face
But I won't love you any less if your long hair is grey from stress
Or if you can't squeeze into that dress
You know the one I mean
And when I get there will you smile and greet me like an old friend
Or act confused and just pretend
That nothing ever happened?