You don’t see me when you look my way Like a ghost – I just don’t seem to appear Faded into the background of life Unable to compete with all you hold dear
My kind smile & open arms aren’t a reality Merely static in your fashion-conscious day I’m over here trying to catch your eye Yet my shadow is not even in your way
What more can I do to attract you
The uncool of America Not enough flash Eagerly & quietly industrious But we’re still short on cash
You’re out here ridin’ high on your horse I’m down here with my heart broken You’re clearly oblivious to my existence I wonder if you’ll ever be woken
Sitting at the windowsill Fingers stained by my ink Face red & tranquilly humbled Cold & tumbled; too frozen to think
The nights are dropping temps I’ll need to do everything to keep warm Though I’m unwrapping each layer Eagerly embracing your gracious form
Life is a fine chance to love you Trading kisses as I adjust your weary crown Telling stories of our younger days & the magic that happened in a little Arizona town