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Driving your car

so far away

with the headlights flashing by

and you drum your fingers

on the steering wheel

to the tunes of Santana



I�m sitting

in that leather arm chair

you always liked

drinking my coffee

It�s 5 o�clock

and the sun�s seeping through the window



I hope you know I miss you

I wonder where you are

and what you�re thinking of

�cause from yours my world�s too far

I can�t wait till tomarrow

maybe you�ll knock on our door



You�re braking at a red light

listening to the patter of quiet rain

and the window wipers

slice back and forth

and you smile at my picture

you hung in the review mirror

waiting to be with me



And I�m painting

A portrait of your face

with those blue eyes

that sparkle when you laugh

and that smile that deems

small dimples

And I�m trying

not to be too impatient



You hear a squelch of tires

and from far away echoes a crunch

the car is spinning faster

and your head whips all around

your body�s thrown foreward

the seatbelt cutting in your gut

and your face pounds against the window

then the sound of rain slows and stops



I�m laughing

At home with our best friends

Who have two kids

just like we do

with curly brown hair

and robin egg eyes

and I watch our daughter

smear on lipstick



There�s a steady dripping stream

running down your face

and you can taste warm blood

in your mouth

there�s a yellow light flashing

rolling across your eyes

and the wailing of sirens

and the shouting of voices



And I�m tucking Billy into bed

And I hear the phone ring

So I kiss him on the forehead

Tell him sweet dreams

and I pick up the phone

the voice is unfarmiliar

and it tells me to pray

but there�s not much to be done



You see a white shining

shimmering light

and you hear all the voices

enfold into one

mine

and you see my hand

you take it in yours

squeeze it just once

and you smile

with those dimples

and I cry