No Argument About That

 She's beautiful, there's no argument about that.
But what are her dreams, aspirations, resignations?
What keeps her up at night?
What has her rubbing those beautiful eyes in the starlight?
Memories serving as caffeine consolations.
Her long dark hair flows over the corner of the bed.
She's makeup-less fantasizing among the constellations.
And they do blink out sometimes.
And she thinks a lost world.
A lost boy.
A kiss that almost happened.
So close that she can almost grasp how it would have felt.
His hot breath on her face.
His warm hands on her body.
But he's gone and packed up his trunk.
And set off with a pack of cigs and a dream,

She's beautiful, there's no argument about that.
I was so nervous to hold that hand.
Especially crossing that river.
On a shaky rotting log.
The water flowed oh so fast.
Those jumping jaws of denial and regret.
But together we got across.
And fell into eachothers arms
Tumbling around the tall weeds.
And that sweet smell of sap and pine in the air.

Take a run with me.
Grab my hand and let me tear you away.
You see girl I have the world in my hands.
Come closer I'll let you join the embrace.

Get away
Get away
Gotta get away.