North Bound Lanes and Guitar Strings.

As of late I’ve been trailing behind your guitar strings darling
Plucking your left over notes out of the air like smiles
And as of late Ive been traveling every north bound road I see
Hoping that it leads its way back to you

But my veins make a terrible map
Of criss crossing emotions to my heart
Where youve wrapped your misty mountain voice around tight
and I can’t seem to shake those sweet silken chords
(Not that I would want to even if I could)

But all the hazy stares you send in my direction
Are lost on blue skies instead of my eyes
And its a hard place to be stuck between heartache and envy

If I was that guitar that you strum so skillfully
With fingers hovering and teasing harmony and vibrations
I would sing you a melody that matched your soul
And melted into the magnolia breezes

We would make beautiful music together
With your rough fingertips and my hollow bones

But as of late ive been trailing behind your guitar strings darling
Chasing those little left over notes and hiding them in my pocket
Waiting for north bound smiles to cover the miles
And take me home to you

Baby, I want to come home to you

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  • ceegirl on Oct 15, 2009

    Another good one.

  • Guy Hogan on Oct 15, 2009

    The lament of the lover who loves more than the other. It’s pain and estacy.

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