Broken White Line

It's been four years since that day when the news fell from the sky

You took Iuntil we meet again' and turned it to Igoodbye'

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