Jessie And My Whetstone

To me, the only thing left after a while was that night we

watched documentaries up through morning and then you

kicked me out.

You opened up your screen door and threw me off the porch.

It was summer then and I drove home whistling muddy waters

down the pike.

And that was that: our one sweet night together.

Under highway signs I watched our love start fluttering and

dissipating.

I counted all the headlights to make sure I was all right.

Now I'm wondering is it me or is it me that can't see silver linings?

So I fucked it up.

I watched you go.

I saw my hand not dialing the phone.

All I'm left to do is remember the dull room

we sat in blue stream light watching the strike of '59.

I dreamed of wrecking my underwear.

Oh can't I touch your cheeks somewhere under dirt filled rainy

nights with my socks stuck in the mud?

Please come dive in puddles with me.

our one sweet night together.

our one sweet night together.

our one sweet night together.

Under highway signs I watched our love start fluttering and

dissipating.

I counted all the headlights to make sure I was all right.