You've got this little fantasy
involving a revolving door
You've got no itch for the train tracks
You ask me what that suitcase is for
And I can feel the earth in your eyes
when they look upon me
I wish I could stay rooted under these open skies
but I like the way the earth moves me.
Do you remember sweet Saginaw
your first ride on a train
with your head out the window
and your timid little tongue
just tasting the rain
and your feet tapping the toerest
this is the rhythm I began to live with
and there were no superhero powers
and no mind control games
it was just your eyes in the morning
and their warm save gleam
I have been blessed.
My penny jar gets me just south of Charleston
where the cabbie drops me off at the curb
he says I could get you all the way to New York
if you had the money and a little nerve
But the phone booth is singing me a song
and I am sailing away
I say I know I will get farther
but probably not today
And I see a seagull
in ruins on the sidewalk
his feathers are all cloggin up the drainway
all white and wet and lost
but this is no signal
yes i've seen it all before
my body's screaming for your tidepool
but ah the skyline, the open door
I have been blessed.
You know I still get your letters
the ones with the lingering women
but the empty home
and I know I can fill up those spaces
but right now I'm better off alone
because I am just your kind of woman
I am just your kind of girl
I just wanted to tear open the porthole
I wanted to see the world
