Empty Seat

No map can tell me what comes next,
Or where to put what I regret.
I thought the miles would make things clear,
They only proved I brought you here.
I thought goodbye would make it end,
It only changed what missing then.
What missing then.
What missing then.
You ride with me at sunrise, the empty sea says otherwise.
I cross another county line,
Still leaving part of me behind.
One more mile will set me free,
But distance keeps you close to me.