When we reach the last half mile it always happens.
On the final hill, as we’re heading towards goodbye.
Driving on, my heart’s so scared, it’s so confusing.
I believe if I give in, I’ll disappear.
Every time I sense goodbye, I get this feeling,
That they’ll be no more me if there is no more you.
Though I know, even deeper still, Love’s everlasting
It was there before we came,
And will consume us in the end.
Patiently, I trust and hope you’re patient,
As my frightened heart attempts to stay alive.
I know this path will lead me to Your doorstep.
I’m scared to take Your hand and step inside.
And finally, I’ll find, I never left You.
Though I think I wander lost, lonely and afraid.
Some day my heart will courageously surrender,
And I’ll run that last half mile to be with You.