[A story of a young man who drives from St. Louis to Memphis to see his beloved every weekend]
There is 300 miles of I-55
between St. Louis and Memphis
There is 300 miles of I-55
between me and you
There is four hours driving
with a 1999 Chevy Lumina
between me and you
There is 12 gallons of gas
and a McDonald's cheeseburger
with a regular medium coffee
with no sugar and half and half cream
between me and you
There is rainy and slippery
and dark and dark and dark I-55
between me and you
There are tens of trucks
and thousands of trees
between me and you
There is 300 miles of I-55
between solitude St. Louis and your tight and close -arms
between cold St. Louis and your warm kisses
between rainy St. Louis and your waterfall braid
There is 300 miles of I-55
between St. Louis and Memphis
There is 300 miles of I-55
between me and you
There is four hours driving
with a 1999 Chevy Lumina
between me and you
There is 12 gallons of gas
and a McDonald's cheeseburger
with a regular medium coffee
with no sugar and half and half cream
between me and you
There is rainy and slippery
and dark and dark and dark I-55
between me and you
There are tens of trucks
and thousands of trees
between me and you
There is 300 miles of I-55
between solitude St. Louis and your tight and close -arms
between cold St. Louis and your warm kisses
between rainy St. Louis and your waterfall braid