First of three days riding in the French Alps near Grenoble.
Heat. Hey, Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. N. Heat. Heat. down. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Hey, hey, hey. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Sing me to sleep. It’s a song when you speak on the telephone. A 2 minutes on till the one left behind. You’ll be coming home. Will you be there in the morning or when I’m awake or miles away? Will you be miles away? I may be naive, but I still believe I’m alone with you. One thing’s for sure. When you walk through that door, there’ll be no more leaving. Cuz I’m never letting go. Will you be there in the morning? When I’m awake, till you return, I’ll be waiting. We’re only as far as miles away.