Widowed in ‘83
He lives in an Airstream
In the Shady Del Trailer Park
South of Abilene
With a pink flamingo windmill
And a Ford long out of style
That wouldn’t pull that trailer
Even one more mile
Not one more mile

Under a willow tree
He sips his sweetened tea
Detoured along the road
Of a blacktop memory
Her head on his shoulder
They’d been driving for a while
She asks, “How much further?”
He says, “One more mile.”
Just one more mile

Past The Wampum Trading Post
Past The Crystal Caves
Through Rattlesnake Canyon
Past The Shiloh Graves
And every stop and tourist trap
Now is just a blur
And all the frames go by so fast
‘Til all he sees is her

Across from the trailer park
He lays a white forget me not
On a plain marble headstone
On a sandy graveyard plot
And he hears her laugh
He sees her smile
And he’d give anything
For one more mile