My Turn to Wait

On a coach in the middle of nowhere,
Shrouded by fog so thick nothing can be seen.
Every song reminds me of you,
And if I sleep you'll haunt my dreams.
There is nobody I know out here in this wilderness;
My closest friend is kilometres away.
I am a landmark in this barren place,
Looked over by a barren sky of grey.
The emptiness around me surrounds me;
Nobody I know is aware I'm here.
If I vanished none of them would know where to find me.
Like a ghost, I could disappear.
In this knowledge there is both fear and freedom,
Contradictory but in equal measure.
The awareness of being disconnected
Brings a furtive kind of pleasure.

But, "disconnected", I remain plugged in,
Waiting constantly for word.
Sending thoughts met only with silence,
My hailing has not yet been heard.
My journey continues even still,
Two hours down, but six remain.
Send me some word to keep me going,
Help me smile once again.

But despite my longing,
My skin's grown thicker.
My self-reliance unexpectedly strong.
My love ever fiercer, my heart ever warmer,
But with an undiminished capacity to carry on.
So don't worry, my love,
When at last you wake.
Your woman is stronger than ever before.
She knows now how much more she can take,
And this will soon carry her back to your door.