I took off last night with my coat and my intention To make connections with the eyes that left me blind Left my love for the strength of that white, white line I left one more time I could have heard I love you One more time I could have heard I care One more time when I needed that emotion One more time I wasn't even there
Through the darkness and the distance Lie champagne and smoky smiles Bounded by the sorrow having lost love to the miles I feel you You're not a stranger to this white, white line I watched your eyes chose words so slowly Illusions to my view But I laugh and say it's highway 75 that draws me here It's not me and it's not you There was one more time when I should have said I love you One more time when I should have told you I care When we sit here in silence And we miss the ones we love that can't be here It's the love we leave behind
I tried to lose this restless spirit in a mission of regrets But I can't survive without this war And your eyes reflect the visions that I can't forget I find balance on a darkened highway I find truth by the side of the road And someone else's tune to lift me high above the line That leaves me running from the cold Running from the cold Running from the cold
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