Thinking of You

Thinking of You

Sitting in a town from home,
I think about you and wonder
would you go to this length for me
the way I do for you and our children?

Driving on the lonely highway,
I listen to the truckers on the CB;
guess the rules are more relaxed now
because all I hear now is cursing.

Sitting at a fast food joint,
I wonder whether the kids are okay,
if they think of me as often
as I think of them and I shed a tear.

Leaving behind a strange town for home,
I think of you and now I know
you would go the same distance
for our children and me.