Central Standard Time

Cold October Fall,

At The Outside Of A VFW Hall,

I said I minded distance

but distance would define us,

define us all.

A tree in Nichol's Park,

I carved a broken heart.

I said I minded distance

but distance owned us from the very start...

it's every song.

There's dividing lines between east and standard time,

so promise me...

you'll still be mine.

Will this come between us

as I doubt all of the pages I pour out?

When our doubts become regret,

don't ever forget...

my only,

you own me,

if you'd only see.