And she runs
through her days with a smile on her face
and she runs and she waits
and I wait
weekend drive to any place
day and night to cross this state
and in the morning
in to mexico we will wake up
I will be with her
I found a window in the kitchen
where I let myself in
I rummage through the refrigerator
pour myself a beer
I can't believe I'm really here
and she's lying in that bed
I can almost feel her touch
and her angel breath
I stumble in the hallway
outside her bedroom door
I hear call out to me
I hear the fear in her voice
she pulls the covers tighter
I press against her door
I will be with her tonight |