HERE WITH ME

Killing time in Borders, the coffee’s growing old
I was thinking how you asked me if my hands were always cold
Bored by this book on Warhol, wishing I’d ordered tea
The last time I was in this town you were here with me

Restless here in Borders, the coffee lacks a lot
Tastes like these feelings all dredged up from the bottom of the pot
You’re out doing who knows what and I’m where I should be
But I wonder if the rain would stop if you were here with me

If you were here the books would fly
The lights would blink
The walls would sigh
Your glasses would turn eyes to poetry
Instead of lost in history
You’d be dancing here with me
Here with me
If you were here with me

Bought a five year diary, do I have that much to say?
And will your name be on these pages five years from today
When we last walked around this town we kept a careful space
But I knew what was on your mind just looking at your face

Cho

Stranded here in Borders, and the rain’s still coming down
Christmas music playing, pushing all these thoughts around
My mind’s a few towns south of here, my coat’s down on the floor
I used to like to be alone, but now I’m not so sure