I close my eyes at night and picture your sweet face, wishing you were here for me to embrace,
Sometimes late at night, I lay in our bed wondering what your thinking while you rest your head, wondering if your dreaming of me the same way i am dreaming of you,
Now I know it sounds silly, but I tell you its true, I count each day that goes by till I can see you,
When I am feeling lonely and need you near, I pick up the phone and call when you answer and I hear your your voice the loneliness seems to somehow disappear. Hearing you say how much you miss me and that you can’t wait to be home to love and hold me all your own.
You say you have two more stops and then your on your way, Driving that big orange rig across the states heading my way,
When you arrive, I’m not sure what to do six weeks is a long time to be away from you, so I’ll lay back and let it soak in….Yes.. my love is home again.
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