who knew

at this party that

i would walk in and i'd see you

i gues snow

we could just get drunk

yeah and that could be our excuse

you could slip

and outta nowhere

i could be there to catch your fall

and we could laugh

at ourselves

and the writing that's on the wall



it's a narrow margin

just room enough for regret

in the inch and half between

hey, how ya been?

and

can i kiss you yet?

so we talk like

nervous neighbors over a tall fence

true love

but for the lack of providence



but i just got one more

thing to tell you



cuz words are vitamins

and life is short

and i know when we get up

to the front office

we're gonna have to fill out

a full report

the first question will be

what were you thinking?

and the next question will be

what did you say?

and then they're gonna check to see

if the answers to one and two

matched up much

along the way



in the interest of poetry

and the cowboy movie

that's you and me

i'm back on the horse now

and i'm riding

i am striding so effortlessly

what i mean is

it's late

much too late for us

and i'm fixing to go home

with just my conscience

and a bitter sense of irony

as my chaperone