lovesong

i passed an old man on the street
bent to tie his lover's shoe
they walked off holding hands
after fifty years they still do
well, we were out last night 
on what some might call a date
but there was no kiss goodnight
and it didn't end too late
and that's ok
cause i don't want to kiss you anyway

i think about the time
when we talked until three thirty
and you still walked me home
although your morning started early
all night we'd wrestled angels
and i played your guitar
you didn't come too close 
and i wanted you that far
and that's ok
cause i don't want to kiss you anyway
no i don't want to kiss you
i'd really love to love you
so i don't understand
how i want to get inside you
but i'd rather hold your hand
and i still don't want to kiss you now
but some day i just might
for now i'd rather sing
and wrestle angels in the night
and that's ok

when i was a child
i would giggle with my sister
drafting our ideals 
in darkened late night whispers
now here you are before me
quite fulfilling my design
but i'd rather sit and  listen 
than to kiss and make you mine
and that's ok
cuase i don't want to own you anyway
and i don't want to kiss you today
no i don't want to kiss you anyway

i passed an old man on the street
bent to tie his lover's shoe
they walked off holding hands
after fifty years they still do