So how do you race when there are no words
and the problem can't be solves with nouns and verbs?
When you're too afraid to say how you feel?
Do you ever get down to anything real?
Is it all just a lustful release?
Just slicking the wheels with grease?
So with a soft touch and a kiss
I look back on all I have come to miss.
The touch, the smell.
The way her hair fell.
Man it sucks to be shy.
Not to be able to look her in the eye
and tell her how I truly felt.
Missing her and the way she smelt.
For no one other than a few
gave me love and those number two.
I guess there was a reason for it all
as I watched her leave in that airport hall.
For all the chances I had to make her stay.
I just released my grip and let her fly away.

06/20/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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