I saw her walking on the edge of the road
My eyes strayed to her smile
I stopped the car, rolled the window down
So she rode a couple miles

I’m not a man that looks back a lot
And I seldom have regrets
But my eyes grow damp and my knees get weak
When I remember what she said

She said, “I don’t really know you
But you seem like a nice guy
Maybe in another lifetime
We could give this thing a try
But you have your life and place
And there are things I’ve got to be
So thanks for the ride, but let me off
At mile marker two-forty-three”

The last few minutes flew past us quickly
And she left me with a smile
I remember thinking, “Can’t you stay
Just one more mile?”

I’ve never seen her since that day
In the rear-view watching me
I’ve never seen her since that place
Mile marker two-forty-three

She said, “I don’t really know you
But you seem like a nice guy
Maybe in another lifetime
We could give this thing a try
But you have your life and place
And there are things I’ve got to be
So thanks for the ride, but let me off
At mile marker two-forty-three”