listenin’ to birds chirp outside in the dark…some song they sang…back and forth to each other in a duet…kinda’ like Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood…just singin’ up a storm…he took time to hear ’em…really hear ’em…singin’ ’bout the comin’ of spring…dew on the grass was new…
and he thought ’bout flowers from the past…Geraniums with white buds on green leaves…Tulips in different colors up in Michigan…of course cherry blossoms in our nation’s capital…soon the trees along the highways would start burstin…life was happenin’…
he’d been on the road a long time…had seen a lot of things…golds and reds in the fall…strips of Kansas covered in snow…hail storms in Texas…kept runnin’ through it all…put gas in the truck and just kept drivin’…not goin’ particularly anywhere…but…he was on a mission…had been from the start…as soon as she laid the hammer down…declared him free to roam…free to move…that’s what he wanted…
wanted nights in truck stops flirtin’ with red headed waitresses and mornin’s sippin’ hot coffee…longed for a sleepin’ bag underneath a tree…pullin’ off to the side of the road and fishin’ for awhile when he wanted to…catch and release…catch and release…
marriage wasn’t his deal…never was…at the time he thought he was in love…but it was a lie…stood up there recitin’ words from a book he’d memorized…lookin’ into her pretty emerald eyes…knowin’ it wasn’t true…he was thinkin’ ’bout hittin’ the road as he slipped the ring on her finger…said I do…
and these things we live with…comin’ to an understandin’ that in order to live in some kinda peace you had to break a few hearts in the process…and even then you still might not find it…that serenity may never come…all you can do is try…
listenin to the birds chirp outside in the dark…some song they sang…back and forth to each other in a duet…kinda like Nacy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood…
dmseay 