Sandra McCracken - Chattanooga

You wear poverty like riches
And your tears like spring rains
If time and history were mine, love
There's not a thing that I would change

Can I drive you to Chattanooga
Where the city in October looks like fire
Changing lanes on this restless highway
Between this living and desire

Out over Texas in a hotel
or in this quiet house alone
(but) all the distance here between us
Is only made of miles and stone

Can I drive you to Chattanooga
Where the city in October looks like fire
Changing lanes on this restless highway
Between this living and desire

Take my regrets...
I would die a thousand deaths for you...

My mind is rushing like these rivers
And I can't slow these moments down
We pass through our days like strangers
& I need to see your face just now