"You have to keep going, you have to keep pushing to get to the next thing. 'Cause there are a million other people waiting to take your spot..."
Kathleen
I'm a mess.
I must confess
I thought she had me figured out.
But that's a lie.
Can't say why.
I’m not sure what this is all about.
And when can I tell you that I'm sorry?
That the rays hit you perfectly from the light outside.
When you're always telling me not to worry.
As I wait with you on that bus stop, watching the sun rise.
So here I am.
As there you are.
With the same dreams and ideals.
Gaining speed,
We're passing streets.
Oh we're passing time.
And when can I call you at night?
To miss you and what you're hoping for.
And by the time we see the morning light,
I'll be staring out the window if it were a door.
As if it were a door.
And there’s those times when I’m driving away,
That I wish I’d spy you in the mirrors;
Waving me down; begging me to stay.
It’s not the same without you here,
It’s not the same without you near.
All the places we would walk.
Under all the streetlamps that we would pass.
Hold you close to hear you talk.
Don’t let me hit the gas.
Please don’t let me hit the gas.
And I’ll think to myself that June fits her well.
As we watch the snow fall in February.
From the back of a wooden porch,
And the front seats of a car that took us so far.
And you may be a mighty high
Goal to reach but I know that I
Can take the sun and make it set;
So I can see only you again.
And when can I tell you that I’m sorry?
When I’m left speechless by two light blue eyes.
For all of the nights that you’re lonely, remember:
We’d sit on that bus stop, watching the sun rise.
And when can I call you at night?
Playing the melody you’ve waited for.
And by the time I wake to the morning light,
I’ll hold you close to keep you warm.
From all the places we did walk.
And all the streetlights we had passed.
Held you close to hear you talk.
The sun rise came so fast.
How the sun rise came so fast.
But I won’t let it be the last.
"I love you.
I love you as much as the horizon
loves its sunset over the perfect ocean.
As the ocean breeze gently caresses your face
Much as my heart to your soul.
The light from the sunset glistening off the water
almost as beautiful as when i gaze into your eyes.
The sparkling radiance caught on every grain of sand
reflects the perfection of your flawless skin.
As if each grain of sand were a metaphor
to the universe I would make for you."
~ Yours,
Truly
