Gotha Road

She called me Blowing a kiss through the wind Her glow was all I could see I waited for my soul to mend

I drove across the night Just to reach Gotha Road I have been blinded by the light For she has taken what I owed

I reached out for her And cried to the moon Now the sun is so sure That I will find her soon

I drove across the night To leave Gotha Road again She is out of my sight Once more I wait for my soul to mend

By: Mika Buell May 19, 2002 10:40 a.m.

Inspired by: Seeing a road sign on the way home in Florida called Gotha Road.... then the words came...