Between the Lines

 

Let’s pick up the dust,

cause we’ve settled.

All this rust,

and I’m ready

to break free, to break away

from every word I have ever known.

You think it’ tough,

but tough is only more or less your luck.

You tried to run away.

Been let down long before you came. 

So tonight we’ll stay here…

*I can’t save the world, but I’d like to try.

If you come too, that’s twice the fight.

Though the road is long, the load is light.

If you’re down on your luck today,

I’ll stay.

Let’s start this again.

Unsure of you my friend.

But I’m ready,

to see what just could be of the story held inside my hand.

Between the lines,

between the framing you are mine.

Endless city out there,

silly girl you know its rude to stare.