every now and then
I think about back then
I think about your Tennessee eyes
and the smile I couldn’t comprehend
that was down where the river bends
where the bridge twists in the wind
I think about your Tennessee face
and I am lost again
where did I go wrong?
when did you move on?
when did decide with your Tennessee mind
that I was better gone?
must’ve been the concourse high
where the train tracks are long and dry
you must’ve pulled back your Tennessee hair
and left without saying goodbye
don’t forget the almost-kiss
we both know it almost exists
you came at me with those Tennessee lips
don’t forget the almost-kiss
