far away
just lying in this hammock
wishing that you would come home
mental anguish, of the week
leaves me feeling so alone
i really should wear my hat more
my sunburn always seems to be peeling
next time i will ask that clerk in the drugstore
she's cute, and i really need something
i wonder if i really understand you
as the clouds go sliding by
drifting in their sea of blue
creating pictures before my eyes
mockingbird flies over and sets on the clothesline
you want more then to sit and touch
in this yard shaded by the old sycamore tree
your spirit, seems to need so much
it is so hard to imagine, for me
we move a little closer
get a little more comfortable
then like a mockingbird and bluejay, we fight at the feeders
aware that it is over the stupidest thing imaginable
we are left with an awkward silence
as the room fills up so quickly
this painful abundance
we stand so nervously
and stare
a cowboy shirt with pearl buttons
a strong belief in eye contact, we stare
blue eye shadow, you are not that far away
but then there is this hammock
on this lonely Texas day
the clouds to watch
but, you are not that far away
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