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. huh
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 yeah.
and that was that: our one sweet night together.
and under highway signs
i watched our love start fluttering and dissipating.
i counted all the headlights to make sure i was alright.
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? yeah
please come dive in puddles with me.
our one sweet night together.
our one sweet night together.
our one sweet night together.
and under highway signs
i watched our love start fluttering and dissipating.
i counted all the headlights to make sure i was alright.