December 2009
2 posts
Only If You Cross Your Fingers...
Beautiful, Oh she is Good. Even if our two perspectives, Aren’t often understood.
It’s broken and worn, Yeah, as you hold your sleeve to your heart. You’ve been tossed so many times, That you’ll never fall apart.
But if you cross your fingers, And think of me each night, You’ll see my thought-filled actions, And finally make things right.
Oh sure girl, You know...
“Men profess to be lovers of music, but for the most part they give no evidence...”
– Henry David Thoreau