I have a secret hiding place.
A place only she knows about.
It’s tucked away, yet stands high above the eye that flies by when it isn’t standing still.

I have a secret hiding place.
A place I told her about.
I drove there many nights before, but none of them quite like this where I feel worn down but brave.

I have a secret hiding place.
A place I drove her past.
We often took the long ways home because we didn’t care about anything but each other’s company.

I have a secret hiding place.
A place only she knows about.
I can find my well, I can find my jack. It’s a bridge that connects them together.

I have a secret hiding place.
A place I told her about.
It curves and changes, yet stays the same as it connects and old fort to road quite broad.

I have a secret hiding place.
A place I drove her past.
If I look down, I see the moving stars but smell rubber and gasoline.

I have a secret hiding place.
A place only she knows about.
It’s only fitting, that I go alone to this place I visited before you, but never during you, yet I will rest there as I should have all along so we can dance away once more.