It Crossed My Mind

In a hurry, groceries loaded, already late

Heading home, desperately in need of a break

Then the radio decides to play that old song

And I feel myself travel back as it goes on

That one night, sitting on the hood of a beat up car

As he sang it softly to me and played that used guitar

We were so intensly alive and amazingly free

In those few moments of perfect simplicity

Reminding me of things I seem to now lack

No rush to return, I'll take the long way back