• I felt your words as they imprinted in my brain,
    And hope hit me like a run away train.
    It had been years since we had spoke,
    and when you asked to see me,
    I thought it was your idea of a joke.

    So I drove Pacific,
    thinking of all the specific things I would say,
    But when I got there my nerves got in the way.

    Tell me why.
    I didn't have an answer.
    I didn't know the question.
    I couldn't say yes and you wouldn't say no.
    We began to forget,
    Why we had let go.

    So many years have past,
    each day passing
    faster than the last
    And even as time has elasped
    I still remember the passion and anger that made us colaspe.

    So why does it feel so right,
    In the autumn air tonight.
    When your lips meet my lips,
    and your hands fall gently upon my hips.
    You look me in the eyes and stumble on the words to say,
    That you are still in mine in every way,
    Underneath all of the pain.