Swing On By

I can understand your viewpoint

It’s the small-town scars that take longest to heal

You spent childhoods casing this joint

Looking for exotic ways not to feel.

Now you chase erratic choices

While we here strangle a humbler birth

Trying to find our grownup voices

And extract some meaning out of the earth.

Wasted another year offhand

Making your sunny-day demands

I never thought that you’d get shy…

Swing on by.

Case in point: your bedroom window

How ridiculous both of us must have looked?

You with your new kickstart halo

Me…well, I always played by the book.

I still see us, dewed and grassy,

Staring at the moonlight that fell from the West

Then you glanced your right hand past me

And my heart came leaping out of my chest.

Damned if you won’t renounce your throne

Damned if you don’t ever come home

If only for some humble pie

Swing on by.

Destiny does not drop slowly

Will you make a break for the door or the bed?

Many here who pass for holy

Are nothing more than too easily led.

Sorry if I’m saying too much

But the shape of your eyes is making me weak

I don’t know, but I have a hunch

Right here could the treasure you seek.

Don’t spend another day alone

Don’t even bother with the phone

What if there’s nothing to decide?

Swing on by.

© 2006 John Brocato