One for the Road

I strain my neck to see your face
You don’t know the end has come
Today i plan to disarm your robe
Two hearts running a friendly race

It is funny how I dread this place
A spot I once marked as my home
Has now become a twisted rope
Lies have clustered in this cramped space

So let’s roll this time at a slow pace
Tell me what chord to hum and strum
I will tease, taunt, then my hands will probe
Kiss all of you with a feathered grace

I strain my neck to see his your face
You don’t know the end has come
Today i plan to disarm your robe
Two hearts running a friendly race.

Vera