Just another cup of coffee
and I'm on my way
to another lonely day
4 sugars and a cream
cause my life's not as sweet
when you're far away
when you're far away.
thousands of miles still lay before me
as I chase my American dream
all across the U.S.A.
Still, I'm longing for six feet
of a rumpled bed
in your loving arms.
But I'm stuck here instead
wailing my blues for pay
in endless cafes
at the end of each day.
Absence doesn't make
your heart grow fonder
it just tortures your
soul as you wander
turning Motel 6's into 66
and all my dreaming
becomes demons
on lonely nights that
leave me screaming
for a taste of your lips
a taste of your lips...
I understand the pain
of men who went off to war
and now I know what
they were fighting for
Not just for freedom
but in hopes that fate
would lead them
back to the girl they adore.
Separations hold rations
that can't satisfy
the hole in one's heart
that grows as big as the sky
till they are back with the love
they had to leave behind
sharing what they had to leave behind.
Absence doesn't make
your heart grow fonder
it just tortures your
soul as you wander
turning Motel 6's into 66
and all my dreaming
becomes demons
on lonely nights that
leave me screaming
for a taste of your lips
a taste of your lips...
Tonight I'm longing for
a taste of your lips
while I lay in my hell
of Motel 666.
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Matthew F. Blowers III--©-2020
Credit pixabay.com for image
