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   Again, away from you, I have to drive.

   My car, in, I have to go far.



  I'm so blue.  Maybe, I should find something else to do.

  

                I'm getting on the plane.

                it's driving me insane.

                trying to find back the pain.

                I can feeling the pouring rain.

    I'm trying not to cry.  Away again, I have to fly.

   I don't feel alive.  Again, away from you, I have to drive.

  

             It doesnt make me smile.  

            So far away from you for such a wife.

  

   On her, it must be hard.

   On me, see, it is too.  Its hard not to get blue.



My wife.  My life.  

Driving, diving into her heart, like a knife.

      All the miles.

             it's driving me insane.

     I wonder if I should find another way to make money.  

I wonder if I should find

a way to make money that won't take me away from my honey.



   She, see, did know what I did when we met.

   She, see, knew all the places I would need to go.

   She, see, liked all my songs.  

She knew I would have to move along.

   She knew, what I did do.

   She did fail to comprehend what this life would entail.

   She did not fail.

  

            I keep looking back at you.  One last view.

                 It's so unfair.

              I don't want to go there.

            

          I'm at my seat.  It's really not neat.

          I'm facing defeat.  It's really not a treat.

  

    The plane pulls away.  You mouth the words stay.