::soft shoulder::
::soft shoulder::
- i don't keep much stuff around
- i value my portability
- but i will say that i have saved
- every letter you ever wrote to me
- the one you left on my windshield
- outside of that little motel
- is in the pocket of my old gig bag
- from back when life was more soft shell
- letters littered with little lewd pictures
- drawn by the ghost of woody guthrie
- who would use your big thick hand
- just to draw one or two for me
- i think of your letters as love letters
- which is how i think of songs
- in that it is the writing of them
- that tends to carry us along
- and i danced to one of your old tunes
- with my true love on our wedding day
- and your voice sang the way my heart would sing
- if it finally knew just what to say
- two people pulled over on the same night
- to look at the same stars
- they both found their wheels were spinning
- in a soft shoulder
- when they got back into their cars
- and they missed fate's appointed rendevous
- and then a whole lotta time went by
- and then one day they were done
- worshiping the landscape
- and they just put down their hands
- and moved into the sky
- they had barely said hello and it was time
- to say goodbye