Headlights ‘luminate the lane divide
As the cornfields turn to homes
Headed eastbound now he thinks of her
All the times he held her close

In those days when they’d meet up
In between his world and hers,

For awhile the distance broken
Holding on without a word

So much fun playing cops and robbers
No way it’d ever work
He’s all rules and regulations
She all poetry and verse

In those days they’d meet up
In between his world and hers,
For awhile the distance broken
Holding on without a word

Some days he aches for her Botero curves, DaVinci smile
There’s too much now for him to lose
He can’t succumb to his desire

So, late nights flirting ‘cross cell towers
Is all that there can be
There’s no meeting halfway anymore
Cause one plus one, plus one, is three

He’ll text hello when it’s him and her and his phone,
And she’ll say, “Goodnight, Sweet Man” awhile after
And she’ll go to sleep alone

And tomorrow when the sun arises
They’ll each stand beneath the steam
Separate showers, once were shared
Long ago in a dream

In those days they’d meet up
In between his world and hers,
For awhile the distance broken…
Holding on without a word