More songs by Lanie Gardner
Description
The road that has long ceased to be romantic: night, empty cities, strips of highway that merge into an endless “just a little further.” Every truck seems like an eternity, every reflector a mockery. Music wheezes from the speakers, and only one thought spins in your head: how long this distance to warm embraces will take. You count not kilometers, but missing touches of skin, and even whiskey doesn't help to cheat time. Tennessee suddenly turns not just into a point on the map, but into a symbol - the end of a painfully long wait.