Bound Red Gideon

I'd been road bound, drunk on summertime

When you up and left

Saying doubts about me'd slow been surfacing

Like grass through the cement

Hotel held a bound red gideon into which i sunk my teeth

Searching for love unconditional, dreaming without sleep

Alone, you see

With answers few and far between

Are you taking sips of loneliness and mouthfuls more of grief?

Cuz i don't know just what i'm looking for

A town or a person, a painting, a face

A song on my stereo telling me good love is on the way

Oh me of such little faith

There's no sense in wondering what was meant or what will be in time

But time and time again, i think of you and hope you're doing fine

Apart and free

Just a ghost, how you're meant to be