am i lost in your mind?

maybe it would be best if i turned around, walked away

from the place you slumber, try to sleep away the pain

but my feet keep on walking, and my shoes long know the way

and this road that i am following has only one lane

and the closer i walk to you, the more that i dread

the distance between me, home, and this long trek

i've got a cigarette in my mouth, and he is asleep in my bed

and his kisses are bruised upon my burn-scarred neck

my shoes are worn through, walking back and forth to you

and my cigarette is burned down low, and my head is weary

it is winter now, there is snow on the ground, and my lips are blue

and this chain on my wrist is heavy and i'm dreary

things lie in the path between us two, make it hard to come back

and i know he's alone and he's cold without me, there

but there's a chain on my wrist, and i'm attached to this track

and i have to get to the end and whisper my prayer

but the closer i walk to you, the more that i dread,

the distance between me, home, and this long trek

and my cigarette fell from my mouth, and he's awake in my bed

and his kisses are delicious on my the base of my neck

and i have to break this chain or i may die on this rock

and you're a vision of the past, and you're long since gone

and i'm fighting the snow to get back home and break this lock

but it's been hours, and i can see, it's already dawn

there are things on this path, and it's hard to go home

but i can leave this track, and come another night

and for now, down that dreaded trek i roam

to the warmth of home, and the place that's right

and the further i walk, the less i dread

the distance between me, you, and this long trek

and when i get home, he's waiting for me in my bed

and his kisses are tender on the back of my neck.