Notes Upon Searching for a CarWash on a Friday Morning
Life is a prison and
a joyful one at that
You cannot break out of this prison of love
only through
There is no they
there is only we
So when you say,
be careful of them
You tell me you are fearful
of you
In your eyes, hush,
yes, and inside your whisper
Furtive, a preciousness,
a hopefulness.
You say you are waiting until
life begins and you are strong
I say
I have loved you from the start.
When I am alone in the car,
looking for carwashes,
I think of you and dream.
When I am in a hurry,
feeling the stress of the city,
I turn off the radio
and think of love.
a joyful one at that
You cannot break out of this prison of love
only through
There is no they
there is only we
So when you say,
be careful of them
You tell me you are fearful
of you
In your eyes, hush,
yes, and inside your whisper
Furtive, a preciousness,
a hopefulness.
You say you are waiting until
life begins and you are strong
I say
I have loved you from the start.
When I am alone in the car,
looking for carwashes,
I think of you and dream.
When I am in a hurry,
feeling the stress of the city,
I turn off the radio
and think of love.