Is Your Love Gone?

I’m on a red-eye out of Nashville.

Should be in Tucson by three.

Is there a chance you could forgive me?

Will you wait and see?

Or is your love gone

Like that Arizona dawn

The one you saw alone

The morning I left home?

Did the fire fade?
Have all our yesterdays

Been eclipsed by that blinding desert sun?

Is your love gone?

With just my guitar and my suitcase

I left you without a note

To make my name in the neon lights

With all those songs I wrote.

Now, I’ve got a prayer in my back pocket,

And my hat is in my hands.

I’m coming home, but I don’t expect

For you to let me in.

I’m asking, “Will you let me in?”

Or is your love gone

Like that Arizona dawn

The one you saw alone

The morning I left home?

Honey, could there be a chance for you and me,

Or have I been in Tennessee for way too long?

Is your love gone?

If you can’t forgive me, I’ll understand.

I know I haven’t acted like any decent kind of man.

I was a reckless fool chasing a fantasy.

Now this dead-end dream ain’t nothing more than the harsh reality

Your love may be gone

Like that Arizona dawn

The one you saw alone

The morning I left home.

Honey, there may be no chance for you and me.

I wouldn’t blame you, but I pray that I am wrong.

I hope your love’s not gone.

*Written after a trip to Saguaro National Park. I got up before dawn to take photos of the sunrise. My husband was still sleeping, and I’ve always regretted that he missed it.