Close With You

The big line in the sand, like the faith that we had

Washed from the river in two

I agreed to all the arrangements

Even picked up a couple flowers for you

I came all this way just to be close with you

Just to be close with you

On the back of a city bus I see your face

Some big print where you look stunning

I had to listen to some bullshit from your aunt in Minnesota

About how you cared too much to run the whole tape through

Ah, so much for being close with you

Shaking hands

There’s so many places I never went to

Caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror

Of nerves, maybe I just have too few

I almost made it this time by being close with you

Being close with you