Walking Back

On the way back to your place

we caught the last train

spring was in the air

 

The stars were shining

the streets lights blinding

but i had come prepared

 

and I pulled you

by your hand into

the center of the street

 

one of us on each side of

the double yellow line

you didn't mind

at least you didn't say anything

 

and sometimes when

we walk

our foot steps seem

to synch up

 

your hand in mine

i close my eyes

and it's like there's only

one of us

 

and I pulled you

by your hand into

the center of the street

 

one of us on each side of

the double yellow line

you didn't mind

at least you didn't say anything