down on the avenue
in my blue suede shoes
on a silver lining
and i thought of you
driving through the country
on an empty evening
and i thought of you
thinking of me

like a sweet story
youre in my head
a myth of sorts
that i cant quite decipher sometimes
but you sure made a dent in my heart
you sure opened me up far
i never thought we'd end up like this

so far away
not close enough
and i was talking to you
in my own little moment
i was there
next to you
not quite my day today

down on the boulevard
in my raincoat with my umbrella
i was dancing to the music
inside your head
and i thought of you
as i rummaged around in the backyard
looking for a memory to keep
but there are none to find
and so i thought of you
thinking of me

and i dont like days that end in 'y'
when youre not by my side

===

sitting in my easy chair
with a picture of you tattooed in my head
wishing you were around
holding me when i need held
quite like now
but i dont know how
to say i miss you
sometimes i cant quite mutter the words
but you should know it

cause youre all that matters sometimes
to me and myself

my own snowflake
theres never another one like you
or me
we
can dance all night
and never hear the music

i dont think i ever want to leave you,
left out of my head
youre always there somewhere
in the corner or in the spotlight
i know
what i know
and thats how i care
just how to really say it i'm not aware

so i wait for the phone to ring
c'est la vie
i guess i can wait for you a bit more
if you'd wait for me
but i dont know if thats your fancy

===

take my breath away
you already did that
i woke up on a tuesday
with you on my brain
and your memory in my hand

hold me back
i want to come for you
i have to force myself
not to take flight,
in my american state of mind
i am never sure of myself
i am never sure of anything
these days

walk me to my door
i think i need a goodnite kiss
none will do except from you
and i think i really do miss you
but i'm not sure what love is sometimes
if being in love is like this
then how do i know what you feel
so far away from here
doing your own thing

east of the mississipi
and north of the south
in my little homemade world
the candles arent burning anymore
and the wind is talking in rhymes
those things i dont remember
make history more appalling
and my dreams really are dreams now
that time has gone backwards from me
in this lousy scene of my movie
i'm sending you my kisses
i hope they come on time
goodnite

May 2008