I must confess to you that I'm so unsure
About so many things you might consider
Me to be someone whose only partner
In crime is consequence
And I'll have no other
Unless she could tell me that I'm something less than perfect.
If I can last seventeen hours again
I swear by this sign that points my direction
All my rest stop scribblings
Will somehow find their way to you.
In my opinion South Carolina
With its breeze and its stars
It was never enough to inspire us.