“I’m alone,” she said, that’s why she slept on the floor and called out your name three or four times in the morning as I lay there weepin’ and thought about sleepin’ again as she reached for the door. Oh, loneliness can tear you apart at the seams and we were so in it, it seemed. It was the last thing that I ever wanted, but you can’t reverse nothin’ after she signed at the desk.

Oh, I remember it: it was a slow day, it was a Sunday and we were out and we parked our car, we fought them off and in the morning you were gone. So put on your blue shoes and we’ll dance for two ‘cause no one needs uplifting anymore than you. I just couldn’t bear for us to be more than two and so it all went away with the storm.

“I’m a bore,” she said, that’s why she cried in my arms and carved out that word in her arm. I fought it off, just like I wanted, but she kept on knockin’, it seemed like the repo man’s work. “I’m a jerk,” I said, “and you can do better than me ‘cause see, I made you feel ugly.” And if that ain’t a sign that we should part, but we still lay there naked as spectators gazed from above.

Oh, yeah, there was love but it was too young to bring it forward and move it on. So we parted ways one of those weekend days and in the morning, you were gone.

So put on your blue shoes and we’ll dance for two ‘cause no one needs uplifting any more than you and we’ll sing with the choir and POST with the crew ‘cause you were all I only could hold.