I would dig a hole all the way to China, unless of course I was there, then I'd dig my way home.
If by digging I could steal the wind from the sails of the greedy men who ruled the world.
Still you're my best friend.
After a good, good drunk, you and me wake up and make love after a deep sleep where I was dreaming.
I was feeling like a creep as I watched you asleep, face down in the grass, in the park, in the middle of a hot afternoon. Your top was untied and I thought how nice it would be to follow the sweat down your spine.
You're like my best friend.
Caught by a wave, my back to the ocean.
It knocks me off my feet and just as I find my footing, here you come again.
