Detour

Driving through the rain in the middle of the night,
Do we take the highway to the left or to the right?
Our journey interrupted, detours all about,
I wait here in the car while you get things sorted out.

I look around the parking lot and mostly I see red,
You've gone off to the other side you say in words unsaid,
"Peek-a-boo" I answer you in words that go unheard,
Though our plans have changed they haven't been deterred.

How much longer left to wait I do not even know,
Until you are beside me and then off again we go,
'Til that time I'll toss and turn and wait here in the car;
There's nowhere else I'd rather be than wherever you are.