Counting the miles
driving south to you
and I'm running out of fingers
Wearing the shirt
you left behind on Sunday
the scent of you still lingers

 I am speeding / on the night before the morning after

rolling over water
rolling over steel
the weatherman says snow
I call you from the gravel
I call you in my mind
to find out what you know

 I am driving / on the night before the morning after

 all the days and nights I've been away
 I hear your footsteps in my feet
 I feel your soft and subtle heat
 I'm walking down your street...

Tomorrow we change
Tomorrow we are wed
I'm staring at the ceiling
All the stars above
all the swaying trees
can't sing out just what I'm feeling 

 I am without you for the last time on this / 
 the night before the morning after