The Great Divide

It's been so long to be so far apart.
It's like I've been cut off the guide.
The air is cold and I wish to warm your heart.
But you're gone across the Great Divide.

I think about you, all under the moon.
Everyday I feel like I committed suicide.
I wish you were coming home soon.
But there you are, across the Great Divide.

That train whistle blows every time I think of you.
If it weren't for your lovely letters, I would've died.
Never will I forget where I met you all those years ago
on that lonesome road, headin' across the Great Divide.

We made love on the road, in the wilderness.
I survived your seductive and mysterious side.
Can you sympathize with my emptiness?
Are you alone across the Great Divide?

You're over the mountains; the color purple,
across their majesties and carapace it glides.
The sun tries hard to extend its reach and grapple
the distance across the Great Divide.

You're beyond the Great Plains
where the green rarely dies.
Your soft and tiny lady hands
barely keep me across the Great Divide.

Sunshine can scarcely rise above the peaks.
My love can barely sink below the mountain's height.
I hear you're coming back, and before you can speak
I'll be meeting you across the Great Divide.