Driving In Red Sands

Driving with the windows open,
Glaring to the horizon,
With dreams of what's beneath,
With hopes of now to be,
Slowing the wheels forward,
To not even go the opposite,
For I miss the longing,
For I love the caring.

Too long the sands flow,
Too fast the hands turn,
Foolish for driving there,
Yet sealed in passion,
I wished for thee,
I wish for you.
My heart cries,
When I do not see you.

Bruno Mars - Long Distance