The motorway was ours-
Driving home or away, no one knew.
You were asleep, soundlessly, trusting;
I was full of love.
Ahead, tonight had begun to die
And tomorrow was readying to replace
A day that had been so right,
So full of love.
Glancing across at your slumped frame,
Full beams lit you for a second
And your sheer beauty startled me,
I crossed a lane.
I fingered your locks like a lullaby,
Then hit left with the same hand,
Indicating to no one but the new light
That I was turning around at the next exit.
Slipped into the quiet stream on the other side,
Driving away from the dawning day-
Today had been so right,
I wanted a few more miles of it.