The D In Detroit

Feeling the time peel away at my life again. As memories combine, not sure where I’ve ever been. Because it’s the D in Detroit which scares me to no end. I’ll count to ten. When living this down make so much sense. We collide and onward we do fly, onward until we hit again. I kept you picture locked behind the eye those weeks when our distance grew. Drove north where I found you waiting in Des Moines and thanking God I’m not losing you. And girl I hope you’re not alone, and sleep through this weather. And girl I hope you’re whole again, because back home we’ll sleep better.