Chasing dreams

I'll be thinking of you when I'm heading
west
propping my feet up at every coffee shop
Sitting up front
performing for a crowd on a caffeine buzz
Closing my eyes
inhaling the fragrance of stale morning pastries and hazelnut
it'll be you I see
Chords trembling through my fingertips
your name on my lips
tempered by a smooth mix of breakfast blend and sugar
playing memories
I close down the house every night after night
doors locking
My feet continue towards the car with threadbare tires
ignition
And I wish you were int he passenger seat with me