I found my way to you on a windless breeze.   I watched you drift with the greatest of ease.   As the shadows pulled you further from view,   Its coming clear...    I don’t know you anymore.   I’m at the station waiting on a bus.   The moments move the last seconds left of us.   The wheels will ride and tear their way between.   A tear will slide.    You don’t love me anymore.   700 ocean water miles, 11 hours of land left to drive,   And 6 long months will separate    until I don’t love you anymore.