vanishing point

laid low by that same unmistakable ache
sweet keening days on end
counting down the falling miles
between a woman and a man

are you lonely for your long lost hero
his left arm dangling out the window
he's so completely into you
so completely into you

driving on a long straight highway west
rising to the sky and lost to sight
two white lines unrolling to one
just past the vanishing point

are you lonely for your long lost hero
his left arm dangling out the window
he's so completely into you
so completely into you
he's lost to the world

the purest essence of a tear
undistilled by laughter
or the promised no regrets
just before the morning after

are you lonely for your long lost hero
his left arm dangling out the window
he's so completely into you
so completely into you

rolling on the dark floor of the earth
pale skin flashing in the moonlit air
two ghosts who vanish in the night
and in the haunted morning reappear

are you dreaming of a falling man
fates entwined on his lined hand
like the lines of the highway
they touch and move as one
like the lines of the highway
they touch and move as one
like the lines of the highway
we touch and move as one

lost to the world

I'm lost...