Numbers go up on each marker I pass,
The sky grows darker, lights glare on the glass.
I glance over to the passenger seat;
Just a bag from when I last stopped to eat,
But in my mind, I can still see your smile.
(more) The radio plays a sad country song;
I do my best to try and sing along.
You said my voice was always out of tune,
But I know I won't be seeing you soon.
So I drive, and I miss you by the mile. (less)