the bus stopped in brandon miles from ithica at the coffeeshop to pour the people out to drink all the coffee and read through the papers about the famous coming domn the couple two rows up to the left didn't move as i pa**ed they just lay sleeping in to one another like the way birds cluster all together when facing wind she was like a camera he a 'b' film both pretty faced but hard from smoking too much and waiting too long and from all the things that life does to break your heart i told you so don't say i didn't tell you so. i listened to them all the way westbound under gold blankets and blue fields with our sally ann jackets, and their pillows and backpacks she turned into him like a shield from the stories of santa claus drunk stuck in the chimney and the deer they lost making them fly and how bb king rode the bus to his gig 'cause he was broke and how sometimes it's ok to cry and i swear it rains there all the time she says first thing we'll take a room to keep dry o we'll find a bed and put us in it but it'll feel like home in no time what if there's not much more than this i'd like to share it with you. say, with your 100$ dollars and my 100$ dollars i'm sure... sure... sure that we'll pull through i told you so don't say i didn't tell you so. i told you so