Georgia (Revisited) - Ron Pope

Highway traveling

Got pointed west

The sky above us is a pale blue and godless

Morning in Dallas, Texas on a road that is blank and wide

Well sometimes I just get so far away from Georgia

That I do not know the man behind my eyes

And all I want is a taste of her affection

And all I want is a minute of her time

And I want her to feel the same when I’m calling out her name

Like nothings ever changed when I come home

Empty picture frames

And confusing stares

The space between her and me has been an ocean

Guess a continent can stop us just as well

And all I want is a taste of her affection

And all I want is a minute of her time

And I want her to feel the same when I’m calling out her name

Like nothings ever changed when I come home