Travel along

Tonight I sit alone
but my heart travels along
down the musicians road with you
and you can carry it far
in that old tattered case
that holds your guitar
and know that no matter
the distance between us
my body may be here, in Tennessee
but there, with you, in anywhere
is where I wish to be
So open up that tattered case
and find hiding quietly inside
with your guitar
my reclusive heart
and if you listen closely
you will hear it humming
the same chords your gently strumming
and know, if not in miles
at least in heart
we are never far apart

~ M. Sneed