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She Takes me Home
Mat_j
2 Aug 2004
The clock strikes three as we pass through nights sad realm,
Sat squat, tired, lonely, thinking back, in the rear seat of Marie's cadillac,
She slows at the cross roads, silently at the helm,
The radio croaks out an old Miller tune, We got no place to be guided by the moon.
I catch her eyes in a rear view gaze, But all's been said there's no reprieve,
A man watches us go by his hands in his coat, I got nothing inside and no antidote,
Just the rumble of the asphalt and the purple sky on this eve,
A heart lost to a fools fate, As bitter time leads me to contemplate.
She lights a lucky, raises it to her lips,
The smoke drifts round with no place to go, And i wish i wasn't here anymore,
Some owl hearted DJ cracks a noctural quip,
But somewhere about five towns passed, The fun ended and we laughed our last.
Passing billboards reflect a bright film reel ,
A saccarine lifestyle, a drama queen, The rugged individuals of an American dream,
Marie just holds tight to the steering wheel,
As i just wish things could have been ok, But mistakes were made and tempers frayed.
And one by one the streetlights blink out of view,
The last house passes us by, The tear in her eye, the emptiness of her sigh,
All crush me a little more cause these feelings ain't new
Well tread waters for this crew, and I think man I aint got a clue.
(Taken from Riviera street Corner)
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