It must be 2:00 a.m. in Memphis,
Seems it's always midnight ‘round here.
The chilling breeze an empty kiss
On another night alone, I fear.
The wind carries your name away,
A whisper of my heart crying.
I give you all I can everyday,
But tonight, my soul is dying.
Got your letter from the mail box,
Your photo on my desk in a frame.
And every night we have our talks,
But I've never heard you say my name.
Still girl, I know you're missing me,
As I lie here missing you.
But until we can touch our destiny,
Just remember this much is true.
There's two-thousand miles of blacktop,
Stretching out between you and me.
Two time zones that never stop
Stealing our eternity.
Two children each, and two long pasts,
We're too tied down, maybe that's true.
But two thousand miles of blacktop,
Could never keep me from loving you.
And so, being young and dipt in folly
I fell in love with melancholy,
But dreams - of those who dream as I,
Aspiringly, are damned, and die:
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 09-25-1999).]