The eagle wants a canyon. And a place where he can rest his. Wings a while. The drifter wants a freight train. That will carry him another hundred miles.
She made her exit a month ago tomorrow. Called up her mama and asked if she could borrow. Enough money to leave for awhile. Mama said you always were impulsive child.
They were quite a pair. The way that love should be. They still held hands. For the world to see. She's thankful that she had him all those years. But she still has days, she can't hold back the tears.