We’re driving down Garfield Ave when you said a strange and significant thing:
I can remember the words “this was, a beautiful night,
it won’t ever happen this way again.”
We carry our roots with us, a couple of weeds, pulled up.
The plot is the course we took,
the setting can’t be no where else in the world.
And the story opens up with you,
your broken dreams and cheap perfume.
Your makeup bleeds, the wind it howls.
I stumble on from Uptown bars -
I guess that’s all I’ve got so far,
but at the end, I don’t know how,
you save me and you save yourself.
I put my hand inside yours.
Know these streets, the place where I’ll live and die.
Resigned to that fact but
I’m hoping it happens this way again.
Fall asleep to the radio.
Try to keep what I got from you.
Hard to do in these dreary days.