Across The Hill

So much that I could say But what good would it do I've been feeling every kind of way Have you been feeling it too I used to know the signs Could read their faces well Now I'm flying blind Can you tell You go about your day You drive across the hill Is there something calming About the roads so still And there is too much time It billows and it bends May seem like too much time now But I might miss it when it ends Each day becomes the other Arms reach for another How much longer How much longer Perhaps there's things unheard Most surely things unsaid Go on and tuck them tight Then a kiss, and then bed Oh what is on your mind I wish that I could know Are you east on the windy shores That you find in the smoke