Me and you, a thought or two.  Choosing love and feeling too?

Night of stars, the sound of cars.  Through will all the blues can do.

Just believing, not by sight or even in a thought.

Done with grieving, the wars have all been fought.

Here’s a dance, only good alone. A toast to all that soon will become stone.

Feet are crossed, fingers and my toes. Drowning out that stupid ol’ ring tone.

Just keep moving. No distance makes enough into enough.

Here’s the thing.  Not enough whiskey to make me tough.

Down to the floor, couldn’t pull myself up once more.

Giving in, couldn’t live with you and him right next door.

Men aren’t miracles and poets aren’t saints.

An artist isn’t captured by the picture that he paints.

But dreams of you just aren’t free when they cost so much each night

The only freedom comes at dawn when your face fades in the light.