200 Miles

(1)

Midnight running,

Where the view is so stunning,

Rolling down, the highway.

Moonlight shinning blue,

Reminding me of you,

A love scene, in a constant replay.

Reflection of stars,

On the pavement a far.

Two hundred miles of delay.

A cell phone dead zone,

My C.D. player’s players blown,

Try to focus, but my mind won’t obey.

(chorus)

Two hundred miles,

Of desert highway,

Never seen time, move so slow.

Feels like ten thousand minuets,

Anticipating,

Can you see? I need you so.

(2)

My eyes grow sleepy,

My coffee cup’s empty,

No room in my ashtray.

I need to find a phone,

Still knowing, that you’re at home,

I pull in, to an all-night café.

“A pay phone, have you seen one?”     

“At a museum” is all the clerk has to say.

“No big surprise” I say rolling my eyes,

Watching the minuets decay.

(Chorus)

(Guitar solo)

(3)

Blue light and gravity,

Like the bottom, of a sea,

No place in my heart to betray.

Tumble weeds cross the road,

Shadows of horny toads,

Should be home, at mid-day.

My mind full of fantasy,

Ecstasy you and me.

My mirror reflects my dismay.

The sound of my phone,

As I enter live zones,

I start texting you right away.

(Chorus) x2

200 hundred miles. The Misty Rose Band.

Daniel Templar 2012