A sorry thought occurred to me
Magnified by its blatancy:
How come ive never written something soft and sentimental,
From me to you, to say that i loved you?
And i still do, but i am always getting sidetracked
And i have failed even though ive tried
To weave a web of words to capture you.
How do you know
Ill ever come around and treasure what i used to ignore
Im letting you down, your letting me stay
So tell me what you see in me to give you that kind of faith.
How do you know that itll all be ok?
Then once upon a lonely night
Pen and paper spelled your plight,
But then i tossed it aside
For something tangled up in rhyme
And strangled in my metaphor.
Im a fool, cause i am always getting sidetracked.
Im ashamed that i have hardly even tried
To scrawl a single syllable for you.
Take a look down at the old bay bridge tonight
Two a.m., but her face still bathed in light
Its the view from the place i first gave you my three word pledge.
Take a look down at the old bay bridge tonight
Three a.m. but our lips are still locked, despite.
Look at her from the top of the world
She looks stoic and strong.
Lets take a walk down to the old bay bridge tonight
Start again, amend, on the other side.
On second thought
Im ready to run
Baby where have you been?
Sidetracked, but im back again.
