Broken White Line

It's been four years since that day

When the news fell from the sky

You took until we meet again

And turned it to goodbye

And I hope that you won't rest in peace

Because that would bore you right to tears

You always made the richest feast

Of the dangers and the fears

It was almost fine, you were almost mine

It was you and me and love made three on a broken white line

Well, that night was long, there was one more song

And then we were on our way

Driving slow, no place to go

And nothing more to say

And the rain came down around that car

Like we were underneath the sea

In the back seat, almost drowning

Holding on to me

It was almost fine, you were almost mine

And from town to town we chased it down on a broken white line

Looking in your eyes

Was just like staring at the sun

Always thought that I'd go blind

Or end up all undone

And in the end I turned my face away

From where you shone so bright

Now I wake in all this darkness

Crying for a little of your light

It's been four years and now I find

I've been living all this time

I built myself a little world

Of rhythm and of rhyme

But sometimes I take your picture

And I turn it to the wall

Because you are still a cliff

And baby, I still know how to fall

It was almost fine, you were almost mine

But day by day you slipped away down that broken white line

It was you and me and love made three