Center Aisle

Thank God I'm back in my carAnd driving homeAnd driving home'Cause the air was thin and so coldBack in thereIt was my first timeWon't be my last timeAnd the questions riseExpectations fallIn light of it allThere aren't words to sayWords aren't rememberedBut presence isA good friend once told meAnd he was thereHe was thereBut she wasn't thereIt's not fairIt's not fair