The tempered road of grey unfolds the endlessness of day
It turns and winds and broken signs they help him on his way
The wind sings long a painful song, the timber trees twist benter
The noise unto his ears can bear it pierces to his centre.
The journey’s end so far yet in his mind he is but there
He sees and smells his hands are pouring through her golden hair
The rain drives down and obstacles are littered in the road
His eyes see a beauty face, the most he’s ever knowed.
Since last they met she may have changed, inevitably true
But he still knows her hair’s still gold and eyes still bottle blue
And can they grasp the moments that they had right from the start?
No change can move the place of her that’s settled in his heart.
The road now is deserted like the time they first did meet
Just them alone with nervous pounds of every heart that beat
Far into the distance is a lonely flickering light
Reminds him of the lantern used that saw them through their night.
A passing car it flashes past, a tear falls from his eye
Reminds him of a flash of pain that nothing can belie
For in a jolt some day long gone a flash appeared so fast
A strangers arm took her hand and thus defined his past.
And many cars are passing now, but there are none to mention
He has no cares for them his heart cannot be brought to question.
And many times he’s tried to recreate that which he has lost
But candles in the winter garden can’t prevent the frost.
But still he drives, he’ll carry on. It’s now or it is never
His ties to her made of a kind that none can truly sever
And if it’s so she’s found a life of happiness and laughter
He’ll turn about and trawl the road to begin his second chapter.