Lost In Paradise

The Findells


The Findells



Let’s go riding in the truck I don’t care where we go We can pick up some beers like we did in the years When we were running wild I’ll sit so close to you that people will talk Put my hand up your leg I’ll nibble on your neck, we can listen to Beck, Or maybe Merle Haggard. When the stars come out We can find that old picnic table- Lay back under the sky Make love if you’re able (I’ll pretend you’re Clark Gable I’ll be Claudette Cobert with the moon in my hair.) Do you remember that night in the rain? I was wrapped around you on the hood of that old car in my back yard and my mother was calling. Last night I woke up again and again and again with your taste on my lips. The clock had four sticks and the ceiling was moving. And when the sun came up I was alone in my bed watching all the pieces return to that place in my head (the walls turning red, the nurse at the door said I needed some more). There isn’t anything that you’d understand but I want you to know that the music they play since they took you away has no meaning at all and when I close my eyes I’m in the city again putting on my subway face riding the train, hiding the pain. Of course you were there reciting Moliere. “Qnly once do you die but for such a long time”