Lyrics

It's not your kiss that cuts my lips with bitterness
It's not the withering wind that blisters my skin
It's not the setting sun burning red on the horizon
It's not the shadows at my window waiting to come in
It's not the shadows at my window waiting to come in

It's not the winter's cold that grips the marrow of my bones
It's not your voice that haunts me on the phone
It's not the crack of thunder that shakes me from my slumber
And it's not the open road that takes me home
No, it's not the open road that takes me home