To all those fine southern women in the house tonight...

If I told you that I
was thinking of moving east,
would you save a place for me?
I'll come home
because it's worse that I expected.

A place in my heart
for my home to the west
where we'll watch the same sunsets,
and when I doubt...
I'll look east and lock my heart
in a brass box to newfound mass.
I'm breaking off but this is my home.

I'd do anything for you,
give you the world if I could.
Is that what you want me to do?
These bridges and boundaries are bringing me closer to you.


It's a wierd time to be alive I suppose. I'm doing well in something that I was told I shouldn't do because it would be too hard. That was a joke. My heart is moving South as each day passes and its great. I didn't think I could feel this way again for a span there, but now that its happening again, I'm ok with it. I should be happy- the world is mine. Strange how the heart works sometimes. I need to be in North Carolina, I need to see if anything would work. Its scary, I may be crazy but its the first time I thought about a future with someone. this never happened before with any of the women and girls I've been involved with (a small list but a list still) All because of Yahoo pool and me being an ass, who knew.

Maybe I've forgotten the name and the address
Of everyone I've ever known It's nothing I regret
Save it for another day It's the school exam and the kids have run away
I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start

I would not complain of my wounded heart
I was upset you see Almost all the time
You used to be a stranger Now you are mine

I wouldn't even trust you
I've not got much to give
We're dealing in the limits
And we don't know who with
You may think I'm out of hand
That I'm naive, I'll understand
On this occasion, it's not true Look at me, I'm not you

I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart

I was a short fuse
Burning all the time
You were a complete stranger
Now you are mine

I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain about my wounded heart
Just wait till tomorrow
I guess that's what they all say
Just before they fall apart