Two Tickets To The Ride

Life is, riding on the freeway waiting to turn at the milepost,
But who's counting,

Had two tickets to the ride and I was surely going alone,
Now that you left me,

You can take what you keep,
Run afar on your bare feet,
Steal a glance when you rise,
I never wished for a goodbye.

Tears of sorrow running through the soldier,
Like a war blood-borne.
Meeting you had washed away the empty,
Did you take my hand?

Before I broke, I pushed you away,
I'm in that kind of life anyway,
So you can live where you miss me,
I'll keep that ticket that you will not need;

Not as a memory or guilty pain,
For another life, until we meet again....