What is it that I cannot provide?
Am I not enough to please and satisfy?
I don’t want to admit that you’re gone
Sixty seconds were longer than I thought
Last month they believed in us
you used to call me yours
From Virginia Beach to Ontario's Lake
But to the altar we'll never get
You seen me cry so many times
About the unfairness of this life
What feeling do you get,
Knowing we'll be miles and bodies away?
You know I'm awake
Wondering in who's bed your body lays
You hear me, somehow we are interlaced
Daydreaming of our imaginary encounter
The kids as they run turn into powder
Our future home is in ashes
The Cadillac oxidizes
None of your roses in my garden
What's left my loneliness devours
Many missed calls
That night was snowing and I waited for hours