I sit alone in the dark,
staring out the window from the couch.
And I'm wondering where you are.
The sounds of the cars passing
only amplifies my solitude.

Signs are all I have
to remind me of you.
I try to read the words on the page,
but they're so tear stained
I can barely see them anymore.

I want to be anywhere but here.
It's like this place is haunted,
your voice is the shadow
that follows me.
It takes me back to a time,
when the days were sunny
and the road stretched out before us.

I never thought that you'd leave me.
Somehow I believed that God knew
how much I needed you.
How much I needed us to go at the same time,
but, cruelly, he's left me here
without you.

Now the days just seem bleak
and even when something good happens,
I run home to tell you,
but realize when I walk through the door,
you're not there anymore.

I wonder if you were still there in spirit
when we were sending you off.
I sang our song,
the one that told our story
for so many years.
The one that's still telling it.
I kept it together long enough
to finish.
I knew you would be so proud of me.

Maybe this isn't the end of the road
for us.
Maybe there's still more time.
Who knows?
Maybe you can still see me.
I know you never liked to see me cry,
but I confess, it's all I can do now.

Sometimes, though, when I look up
and see a bird flying overhead,
I can still feel you.
My heart lifts up
the same way it did
when it was just you and I.
That is when I know that
this isn't the end of the road.
It's just another highway that's
leading us to another adventure.