And on all those drives, down my face ran countless tears
And just like the dogs, that boy has come and gone
Each day, I went to bed at dusk and woke at dawn
I’ve driven home to an empty house for 17 years
And today and every day, I live with just as many fears
I never got to say goodbye to you or our little boy, my love
But someday, I’ll be with you and him and all the white doves
I’ve driven home to an empty house for 17 years
And gone are the days with you at movie premiers
For now, I am forced to drive, drive and think and think
that 17 years ago, it was all over in just a blink
I’m still driving home to an empty house for the last seventeen years
~Bob Santoro