The Pretty One

Caffeine and lack of real sleep
 knees deep in gasoline
 ask me if i'm afraid to speak
 cause my words make heat.
 which streets the one we meet at?
 can't keep my feet to the beat of yours
 read me from a map of the town
 and i'll lay my head down.
 crosswalk
 we stop and wait for the light to change us
 talk more and compensate for my silence
 hands wrapped in hands we're ready
 slow down baby
 we got the town map handy inside our heads.
 and i'll lay my head down.
 meet me at the pretty lights time of day
 when the pretty lights give me a pretty face
 baby stay with me until we can't see- no more
 til we can't see no more
 we glowed hard now we're dark for sure
 take hold of my arm at the elbow
 and we'll go
 and i'll lay my head down.
 i'm always almost there.