Driving in the car, its that time of year
I'm thinking of you, and when you were near
I'm hoping to see the face of my best friend.
Coming from the terminal, smiling again
I know the times are hard on him, he is going through a lot
I know he isn't awfully far, but he isn't near enough.
I want to see him this fourth of July, And give him the hug he needs.
Laugh at the look him in the eye, and explain my mischevious deeds.
And tell him that I have missed him dearly.
And I"m glad to have him near me.