Traveller

I love how the wind blows through my hair on these country roads,
The sound of  tires on the gravel, the cloud of dust trailing after us,
As a lone pair of headlights make their way home...
I love how the sun sets in your country and how the moon shows up early in the twilight,
And how your eyes light up at the sight of your cottage....
Would you take me in, just for the night? Find me a place under your twilight sky?
I think I'm home for tonight...