wherever you come from, babe
the tracks, the penthouse, the seaside, the city babe
if you'd be anything but you
well, i'd love you for just what you are
and nothing less.
I want to belong to somebody...but not just somebody, you.
"it has been a while. it has been too long, too long and i had begun to lose hope. i saw street vagrants hang washing on the fences on the edge of the highway, the bridge their roof, the streets their doors, but no welcome mats or doorbells, because they don't get no visitors. "
when you smile, it's like you're smiling for me. when you smile, i melt, like a popsicle on the 4th of july. (we dont even have 4th of july here. But you get the picture).
with you, i need not worry about punctuation. with you, i need not feel unsure, because the surest thing for me is that you'll be waiting at the terminal, when my train pulls in.
when the moon is big like that, big and bright, yellow, harvest moon, i know it's happening. because everytime the moon was full,
i saw you.
and you remind me of the timelessness of that moon
and you are reminded of me, when you pin me to your wall.