Lonely and far from home
I stumbled into a dive bar
And under his spell
He had that strut
Complete with cowboy boots
And sandalwood cologne
Clumsily dancing to Dave Graney
We made no conversation
Only promises
With winestained kisses
And brave fingers
Dawn gifted us with bloodshot eyes
And silence
But for the traffic
Lonely and far from home
I stumbled into a cab
And under the overpass
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