Oct 11, 2004 23:14
That is the theme of my life these days, it seems. I can't figure out boys. Can you? Oh at any rate, it's much nicer to be friends with some guys and enjoying their dry and creepy presence than the old days where the theme of the day was broken hearts and mixed messages. Now I'm into broken ribs and jumping trains . . .
an' someday i'll jump the right train and say
i want you to go
down to the river with me
i want you to see
the same visions i see
i want you to know
what we're really here for
i want you to think
i want you to be sure
please tell me you'll trust me
a little when i say
it's never too late
you're just seeing it that way
i can wait by the depot
i can wait down the line
but don't bother talking
i ain't got the time