One Flight Down

Some nights,I drive these city streets-When I miss you so muchThat it's too hard to breathe,Inside my small retreat.And I roll down the windowsAnd let the fresh air plunge Into me;And bathe DeepDown in my lungs.And usually, My heart starts to lift,With every sharp curve I take And every hill that I sweep down as fast as I can-And every time I stop short on a country road, I feel daring,It makes me feel brave and alive.Again.And that driving, Most nights-Can be a remedy to a many ailments,And almost every symptom Of a broken heart.And it saves me.However other nights-Like tonight...My heart sinks in the lowsAt the bottom of the highest hills-And I realize,I'm not searching for any other remedies...But the soft,SweetStillness of youAnd your Perfect eyes.And asI sweepThe steep hill on Robinson Street, I pause at the top-To watch earth and sky meetWhere the stars start to peek Through the holes of their navyQuiltAnd dance on the horizon line. And always,They are happy to see me;And the greet me. And all is still.And I miss you.Bittersweet.And I feel like a foolTo be searching for you,In the same city lines,Where you're searching her too.And I wonder,If maybe,The curves of her face,Are the hills that you trace.And deep in me,I wish thatHer kiss Were only the back roadsYou are taking in All of your searching,For me.Like the country roads I'm racing,Kicking up dirt;Longing for you.And I wish it were true...That you're searching her for me.And coming up as lost as I am;On these darkened broken streets.And I wish that you'd just call meAnd tell me so.But that will never happen,No,Because we have so much growing to go.But I wish it were trueOn nights like tonight;When I'm plunging for you,Deep down,Into lullsOf beat of my heart-When I forget justHow long We've been separated.And my body achesWhen I'm holding the wheelInstead of your hands,And missing your faceAnd the way you'd laugh;Over the music that played on the radio.When we still had so many miles to go,But tonight,They are all behind us,Only memories we know-What we've come from-And I drown in the beatAnd every dull humOf our songOn the airwaves,Pulling me down;As I remember every sweetWord you used to say.And I wonder these nights,Now thatIt's been done,And the wind is cool-And what we've becomeIs only memories,If you'll remember me,While I'm out driving these city streets-And you're there;Memorizing her face,And taking her home...