Three Million Miles Poem by R.J. Wynn

Eighteen wheels... young and crazy
Your picture was framed on my dash
If it seemed like a waste
My focus was squarely on cash

You kept trying to tell me
That you needed more from a man
Then you packed up and left me
That Yoyo that you couldn't stand

The way my broken heart works
I still want to be there for you
Make the hard times the heart times
Instead of just sharing the news

Share our love in no hurry
Instead of just paying our dues
The way my broken heart works
I still want to be there for you

Lately I feel I'm hanging
And can't make it back
Like I'm spinning and swaying
'Cause I need some more wax

Baby don't get me started
I'm lonesome and blue
Nothing gets any harder
Than me into you

It's been thirty years Baby
Your picture still framed on my dash
You still look like an angel
And I'd like to see you again

My body needs rest now
And my heart needs your smile
I've been beating my chest
The last three million miles