A song I did write and Matt Gaskins recorded it.
http://www.broadjam.com/player/player.php?mediaID=123079&embedded=small&autoplay=false
My love, I don’t know where you been and where you goin’ now
be sure and don’t look back, my darling.
She left her suitcase by the door. Now she’s on a jet plane
looking down at people so below her and small, my darling.
I remember when we ran for cover in the autumn rain.
Shakespeare in the park we had it good as you like it, baby.
She’s a sickness and she’s a cure a bleeding heart and an antichrist.
For sure, the fatal woman I hate to lose, my darling.
I should be older or should I be getting over the photograph of nothing
or something blurry and dim that she left me with.
I remember when we ran for cover in the autumn rain.
Shakespeare in the park we had it good as you like it, baby.
And there she is with the taxi man. For her suitcase, she’s back again.
My love, I never thought I’d see you again, my darling.
She said she was in Budapest came back for her favorite vest
I asked her, “Will you be staying for dinner?”
TerryMGresham 