You in your overalls
Me in my tight pants
You argue freedom
And I see them as a symbol of how much
I was willing to budge in the past
I thought, "If I cannot move
I cannot make the wrong one.
If there is no room,
nothing will slip in without permission"
I see you as a sign
Of things going right
Things are looking up
And I am looking into the sun
Crying but not unhappy
You in the pictures we take
I look like a stranger in your life
With your arms around my side
Our smiles are not staged
And our faces are red
From my sandpaper scruff
And deep kissing
And rough housing
I see you as a sign
Of things going right
Things are looking up
And I am looking into the sun
Crying but not unhappy