I have a picture of you
You sent me with the last envelope of hope you gave
I have a necklace dangling
Jingling and singing your name when I press the gas
Days seem to follow there winding paths
Like the meandering creeks from my childhood past
I would like to wake with you on the empty side of our bed
Rather than waking with you on my mind.
This head aches and shoulders all of us
I want you and all that you give
To be with you
And sing so passionately
What we are
And will be…
Lover I am tied to your minds eye, please bring me close.
