All Comes Back To You.

I know better that I've been on the business trip too long when every woman I see reminds me of you but I have a few more places to go to and a couple more people to see before I can catch the plane home to be with you all day and night. In a little cafe in Damascus I try to call you on the phone but then I realize you must be sleeping and it would be rude for me to wake you up in the middle of your sleep just to say I miss you very much.

On Sunday the street is closed to traffic so people can cycle and do whatever they want to do but I got nothing to do other than watch the roundabout fountain in the heart of Jakarta from the window of the hotel all the time thinking of you, wishing I am home with you because there's no one else I'd rather be in this whole wide world except you.

I've gotta a few more places to go and a couple more people to see.