Master of Descriptions: When you’re still mine

Years from now on, you won't be mine. I'll be looking back, and I'll be surprised at how fast you've moved on with life. I'll be driving along Nakuru-Naivasha highway on a hot sunny day. My truck will break down. And I'll be alone. I'll be stuck somewhere along the highway, where help lies a thousand miles away. So I'll park my truck beside the road, next to a tree. Then I'll think of you. 'Cause you were always that type of a girl. Unforgettable. I'll give you a call, on your old number that you rarely use. It will go straight to the Voicemail.