With a hat and a plan
she turned around
and whispered
and called me her man

with a knife in hand
we ran
through the tall tall summer grass
dodging fireflies and the like
oh tonight

if i could start it all over i would
if i had it to do again
would i stop this procrastination?
if i could recover the past
box it, wrap it
and cover it
i would
believe me
i would

she kept hairpins in her pockets
she kept her eyes tucked in her sockets
and my picture in her locket
that i broke
oh
what a joke
what a joke

but we never said a word
without
a
sip of alcohol.