Central Standard Time

Cold October Fall, At The Outside Of A VFW Hall, I said I minded distance but distance would define us, define us all. A tree in Nichol`s Park, I carved a broken heart. I said I minded distance but distance owned us from the very start... it`s every song. There`s dividing lines between east and standard time, so promise me... you`ll still be mine. Will this come between us as I doubt all of the pages I pour out? When our doubts become regret, don`t ever forget... my only, you own me, if you`d only see.