Dear Bonnie,
sorry if this sounds too melancholy
if you get this its too late to call me

it was never clear what to do
when i see you
i’m split in two
we had so so many dreams
of us being a team
when these hard times hit,
you would have somewhere to lean

i cant talk to you without cryin
my heart worn from tryin
to keep us from diein
now your with him wishin it was me
an i’m stuck with shards of a broken dream
pleading to God for a love sick remedy

a few bucks an a bag of clothes
my home now the open road
driven by what cant be undone
i trace your face in the clouds of the sky
i know the love was true cuz my heart
cant lie
i await the day our souls can be,-Clyde