Next turn-off

And here we are
taut like sails in the wind
fit to burst or rip
'cause of the state we're in

Tenderness is
the tension in your T-shirt
that teases my eyes
until they halfway hurt

      At the next turn-off
      we'll have lift-off
      have no fear
      we'll be clear
      of all the tears
      we shed here

So here we are
taut like strings on a lute
we scuttle and skip
like the notes from a flute

And lovingly
I watch you strut around
I was searching
now look at what I found

       refr.


1997