What to expect one never knows
As I stare into those dark stars
I’m about to go for it all and take no prisoners
Running as fast as I can just to get away from it all
It? What is it? And who are they?
The mysterious force everyone refers to
Fighting back is what I do best
Watch me run away
I might come back tonight
Then again I might never
Why would you care
I ask as I bat my lashes
Begging you with my eyes to come with me
You don’t and that’s ok
Then again it’s really not
I’ll never say that
Years pass by
She’ll become your wife
One day I’ll come blowing into town out of the blue
You’ll wish you had said, “Yes”.
And I’ll be grateful that you never did
Dedicated to Attwood
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