The landing goes up and down.
The night faded, in came the day;
through the car window,
over the river, a child lifted by angels.
Along the track over the mountain,
and down the pathway I ran.
She stood by the window.
I missed your soft kiss, your laughter,
your blouse, your hair.
I walked back to the car,
and when I dream, I’m actually there,
on the same road winding
but no one knows where we’re going:
I wonder where you have to be to find out.