Wrote this in the late nineties, working weekend graveyard shift as night clerk in a motel, with a lot of time to ponder the imponderables. While I often talk like it was, I know our love was not unique, nor perhaps perfectly executed. If you are fortunate enough to have something like it, don’t take a minute for granted!
The full moon shines down on this place
away too far away from you
if I close my eyes, I can see your face
I can almost hear your sweet voice, too.
Across the highway late night cars
wander aimless with no place to go
but deserted parking lots beneath the stars
I guess they don’t know the thing we know.
But it ain’t top secret information
it’s plain as the nose on every face
it’s been broadcast on every station
love is as close as we get to a state…
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