I call you one last time
To let you know that I have gone
Where the yellow harvest
Turns the morning gray to blue
The sky reaches toward
The next horizon
I’m losing the reception
Your voice fades to static waves
With my windows open
The autumn air comes rushing through
The day is without
A destination
I let you decide to
Get off the line once and for all
Out across the endless
The rolling plains stretch wide and far
In every direction
I find a new way
To leave you