Getting up at 4:0 a.m.
Looking down at where you’re led.
Having to tear myself away.
Wanting to stay with you instead.
Driving down that motorway,
Trying to get you out my head.
Thoughts of you won’t go away.
Want to be back with you in bed.
Looking across a crowded bar.
Glimpse and intimate meal for two.
Knowing something’s very wrong –
It should be me and you.
Driving back up that motorway.
There’s one thing I want to do –
see your face, and watch that smile
saying ‘I’ve been missing you.’