Cara Jones

The last time I drove this highway I was driven
Your arms were but a foot away and I was welcome
So little else has changed... the roads are all the same
except for the direction they have come from
It's the last time I will pass this way again

The first time we took this road we still were strangers
We smiled, so happily aware of all the dangers
We skated on thin ice, and fell in once or twice
Now if you call our home there is no answer
It's the last time I will pass this way again

The last time I passed this way the leaves were turning
Now it's the heat of summer and the asphalt's burning
There's nothing left to say... just thought I'd go away
and put an end to all this pointless yearning
It's the last time I will pass this way again