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The drive back to Yuma,

Was a long and lonely one,

There hasn't been a time,

When I've ever felt more alone,

The road just kept on going,

As did every tear,

You know I'd just give anything,

To simply have you near,

Alone again and empty,

Holding on to our last kiss,

Silence fed my torture,

Driving on into the darkness,

Every exit called out to me,

Stop!! Turn around!!

There's nothing here in Yuma,

Yet I remained west bound,

Heavyhearted and Pale,

I drove further down that road,

Until that exit was mine alas,

And I was finally home.