Geography Song

I held your place in line in front of the Coffee Jag place on half price night and they were gonna play those jumpy riffs just for you on the snare drums and you said that you were just going out for cigarettes. Just as that was sinking in I got a postcard from you with palm trees and big gaudy red stamps and a weird alphabet. You always do that to me but at least you always come back and take your place in line. Written January 28th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 06:49 AM PST   0 • 14