Down a back road

Branching off a highway,

There's a back road.

Parked on that back road,

Is a car.

Inside that car,

Lays a body.

That body,

Belongs to me.

Within me,

There is a heart.

That heart,

Is now whole again.

That heart is whole again,

Because you came along.

You came along,

And showed me love.

In the midst of that love,

There's you and then there's also me.