Driving my truck,
alone again on highway 147,
my lady Jolene is at home but I am all alone
Looking out as I drive,
the window creates a frame so the world doesn’t feel real,
I feel like I’m looking at a frozen point in time rather than living
I want to feel part of it,
I pull over and get out
to breathe in the air and to look around,
I’m no longer looking at a picture
I am living
Copyright ©2004 Brody Miller
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