I dreamed about you this morning.
Knowing I’m a young man of my age,
it shouldn’t surprise you the context.
But I’m not so good at pulling back from that intimate,
probably why I stay away.
i’ve got this highway ache comin’ on,
this travel lust–
‘n I ain’t sure if it’s restlessness,
or fear gone roost.
‘n it ain’t a lie to say I’d like to be famous,
but it ain’t either that I’ll keep writin’ anyhow.
’cause there are only so many ways to say I love you,
to people who are gone,
‘n I want my tongue to taste every one.
I hope it works out love,
I do,
old enough to be mature about that,
once tried to seduce a woman,
‘n it drove her away,
so it’s probably best for everyone,
if I refrain. 😛
but if it don’t,
or if it does ‘n you’re just around for the chat,
here I am,
there I go,
‘n whatever road-dust I kick up,
you still sound like home.
