He left her one morning while she was at work.
Scrawled something about winter and cold he couldn’t stand.
She said that he took all the knives, spoons and forks.
She was crying and trying to eat ramen with her hand.
The boy with the Bronco lasted half of a while,
Then he took off like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
And that man with the mustache and the matinée smile?
When the going got rough, well he wouldn’t even try.
I don’t know why I came here tonight.
I’m not going to beg and I don’t want to fight.
Horses can gallop and birds can take flight,
But I’ve never known how to run.
She said, “You’ll never get too close to me.”
It wasn’t a challenge, just a statement of fact.
We walked in the park. We sang by the sea.
We nearly made up for the passion we lacked.
Hard times and soft crimes, a room with a view.
No, it wasn’t heaven, but it wasn’t half bad.
Two kids at the carnival. Neither one knew
That the rainbows and sideshows were all that we had.
I don’t know why I came here tonight.
I’m not going to beg and I don’t want to fight.
Horses can gallop and birds can take flight,
But I’ve never known how to run.
He left her one morning while she was at work.