The Old Winchester Line

I have driven the old Winchester Line.
A road that you are lucky to avoid,
the road wherein my heart had been destroyed.
I keep driving the old Winchester Line.

Each day, I drive the old Winchester Line.
With each trip I have slipped into the void,
to feel angry, or distressed, or annoyed.
Always driving the old Winchester Line.

And as I drive by where we almost kissed,
to buy tea from where we finally did,
I feel cold, for I know that you are fine.
‘Cause that road does not remind you to miss
the way that we played as if we were kids.
You never drive the old Winchester Line.

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