Wednesday, March 08, 2006

It has a pull like a magnet
suddenly the bar smells like Spring Break 2004
and they are playing country on the radio
and maybe you kind of wish that you weren't walking
down a street faced with brownstones
but a street faced with the backside of beach houses
because who would want a house facing the street
when you could have it face the Atlantic.

And then you're flying, seventy, windows open
down 40 towards a love that will last centuries
Just because you know that she's waiting for you.
But, truth be told, it's not just her
it's the road and the song.
And I guess if there's not a song playing
than you're just kind of doing it
because it's supposed to be done.

That kind of sucks, huh.


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