I don't know what I was hoping for

The clouds were doing
a good job of hiding
the cocki sun.
I begged for these days
to come
I don't know what I was thinking
I hit the road all alone
your photo in hand
I headed for the hills,
I headed for you.
I don't know what I was hoping for
all I could do is watch
you from a far
lonely clouds drift on by
my only company now
are the magpies and trees.
I hear the creeking and moans
of the trees-
i don't know what I was hoping for.