Long ride home...

Long black limousine, shiniest car I've ever seen. The back seat is nice and clean, she rides as quiet as a dream. Someone dug a hole six long feet in the ground, I said goodbye to you and I threw my roses down... ain't nothing left at all in the end of being proud with me riding in this car, and you flying through the clouds.
I've had some time to think about you and watch the sun sink like a stone, I've had some time to think about you on the long ride home.
One day I took your tiny hand, put your finger in the wedding band. Your daddy gave a piece of land, we laid ourselves the best of plans. Forty years go by with someone laying in your bed, forty years of things you say you wish you'd never said... how hard would it have been to say some kinder words instead, I wonder as I stare up at the sky turning red.
I've had some time to think about you and watch the sun sink like a stone, I've had some time to think about you on the long ride home.
Headlights staring at the driveway, the house is dark as it can be. I go inside and all is silent, it seems as empty as the inside of me...


It's supposed to be felt in this way when that someone who you love has passed away. So, why I feel this way everyday, if you are still alive?