Lonely Road

Sometimes flying solo has its cost

I see the highroad, all I long in the distance.

I think of you, I think of our memories, the joy and laughter.

Today is an empty day, while I'm under the rain crying.

I hate being alone but more than everything, hate being without you.

I can hear the last of yours steps echoing in my mind.

One time, two times, three times.

I'm sorry I pushed you away.