Afraid of Alone

Walking this lonely highway again
I sense the truth is bent,
Like a dangerouse curve without a warning sign looming ahead.

And this frigid wind, slicing so deep and so cold
can't compare to my fear that seems to unfold
when you're gone and I feel that I walk alone.

Not even the beautiful stars seem to help.
They shine and they twinkle,
but they're as cold and sharp as the edge of this road
and that knife in your hand is your heart on the lamb.

Or is your heart drawn closer to a past?
Are you hoping for a day that may never come; keeping me just in case?