Going to Scotland

There was a barn owl trapped in the rafters

The ground underneath us was wet and cold

We'd heard the owl thrashing about, trying desperately to

get out

We stood outside and watched the night unfold

We watched the sun go down on Scotland

And I watched the moon come up over you

When a pack of dogs went silently past us, we knew we'd

been given fair warning

But that was the only thing we knew

And you threw all your luggage out onto the water

And I tore the shirt away from my back

The cold came on with a new found intensity and you

pressed your warm body against me

And I loved you so much it was making me sick

We watched the sun go down on Scotland

We were glad that we'd left Oklahoma behind

I took your hips in my hands and I threw you down to the

new found, rich brown, deep, wet ground

Had a vision of you burning on my mind

We watched the sun go down on Scotland

And I watched the moon come up over you

When a pack of dogs went silently past us, we knew we'd

been given fair warning

But that was the only thing we knew