The Way Poem by R.J. Wynn

Eighteen wheels, young and crazy 
Your picture was framed on my dash
Though you hated my truck
My focus was squarely on cash
You kept trying to tell me 
That you needed more from a man
Then you packed up and left me
That Yoyo I kept by my chair

The way my broken heart works I still want to be there for you 
Changing hard times to heart times instead of just sharing the news
Making love in no hurry instead of just paying our dues 
The way my broken heart works I still want to be there for you

Lately I feel I'm hanging 
And can't make it back 
Like I'm spinning and swaying 
Cause I need a new string
Baby don't get me started 
I'm lonesome and blue 
Things don't get any harder
Than me into you

The way my broken heart works I still want to be there for you
Changing hard times to heart times instead of just sharing the news
Making love in no hurry instead of just paying our dues
The way my broken heart works I still want to be there for you

It's been thirty years baby
Your picture's still framed on my dash
You still look like an angel
And I want to see you again
My old body needs rest now
My heart needs your smile
I'm still beating my chest
After three million miles

The way my broken heart works I still want to be there for you
Changing hard times to heart times instead of just sharing the news 
Making love in no hurry instead of just paying our dues
The way my broken heart works I still want to be there for you