no where do i see
sitting on a park bench
you eagerly reading
while waiting to be with me.
but we'd be eating chocolates
thumbing our noses at the sky,
playing with our imaginations
using a little leg and an inviting thigh.
of course i'd be broke
and you'd still be attached,
fumbling with trembling hands
at my front door latch.
and there'd be children on the playground
watching for the man,
laughing at our antics
from behind a nearby garbage can.
and i'd be standing hopeful,
never growing tired,
waiting for you to settle down
but you're always wired.
speaking in tongues,
you never know who's on first,
showing off your batter's box
with an insatiable thirst.
and you'd give me a hard time
but i'd rather hear a song,
waiting on a park bench
and i'll sit here all day long,
tasting the air
if that's what it takes
to watch you go speeding past
without using your brakes.
well, there's never been a question
that i'm always up for a ride,
listening for an answer
that you're completely satisfied.
no where do i see
sitting on a park bench
you eagerly reading
while waiting to be with me.
but we'd be eating chocolates
thumbing our noses at the sky,
playing with our imaginations
using a little leg and an inviting thigh.
of course i'd be broke
and you'd still be attached,
fumbling with trembling hands
at my front door latch.
well, there's never been a question
that i'm always up for a ride,
listening for an answer
that you're completely satisfied.
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