Hard to keep the foot off the brakes

It’s a long way back my love,
you thought the road was done,
yellow lines turn to white,
but the deal is it’s further
than the last fretful journey;
long strip lights left behind
the motorway blaze.

Sink in black leather, then I’m a man
who drives away fractured lines.
The roar of the engine escapes,
presses my thumb against the wheel.

“Leave the foot off the brakes”
she always tells me,

and I lean and mouth I love her,
while those mile signs lessen.