Driving down on the freeway Slowing down by the quiet lake Her hands in mine gently lay A longing of relief to the rising ache
Not knowing where the path goes Just heading straight unaware With her aside me so close What people say I don't care
Her gleaming brown eyes That took my heart away No, I didn't have to prise With her only it has to lay
The journey so beautiful Never till now it has been I give up on the inner struggle Now, even the dry grass looks green
The contemplation now I surmise Seeing her, I get a great adrenaline rush I believe it can't be a disguise First it was, and last it will be on her the crush!