Would walk in and I'd see you
Hey, how ya been?
You could slip
Just room enough for regret
But I just got one more
I am striding so effortlessly
And the cowboy movie
What did you say?
With just my conscious
It's a narrow margin
Much to late for us
To the front office
And
And I'm fixing to go home
And I know when we get up
Thing to tell you
Then they're gonna check to see
'Cause words are vitamins
Yeah, that could be our excuse
From out of nowhere
As my chaperone
And life is short
A full report
I'm back on the horse now
And the next question will be
And the writing that's on the wall
If the answers to one and two
I could be there to catch your fall
In the inch and a half between
We could just get drunk
What were you thinking?
We're gonna have to fill out
So we talk, like
Matched up much
It's late
Along the way
At ourselves
That's you and me
Nervous neighbors over a tall fence
I guess now
And I am riding
Can I kiss you yet?
What I mean is
We could laugh
And the first question will be
In the interest of poetry
True love, but for the lack of providence
And a bitter sense of irony
