You know how much I care, and every time you
need me, I'm always there. But what happens
when I'm out here on the road and I need
you? What happens when then night is so cold
and I'm lonely too? I know that you're just
a phone call away, but it's just not the
same, as when we would make love all day,
and you would scream out my name. You know
how it is out here on tour, so far away from
you, I just can't take it anymore. I know I
have to do it, and a part of me wants to,
but just not like this, cold, lonely, and
always missing you. I can't change my life,
and I wouldn't if I could, and I never took
my wrist to the knife, even though you said
I would. I wish I could change what happened
between us, when I hung up on you without
saying goodbye, and home is the next place
we're stopping the bus, maybe, just maybe,
I'll just stop to say hi.

                                   -
Michael Chad Vicknair

Copyright �2001 Michael Vicknair
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