and so i'm running scared does that make me bad or normal cause i think that anyone would run from you and so if you'd turned out to be a gemini or aquarius instead of capricorn or taurus would that have been a good enough excuse to run and hide but of course you didn't and now i've got more to worry about than charting the course of our stars and matching up our zodiac signs so for now i've got to run i know no other way i've talked it over with myself and though i'd like to stay i find myself a bit unsure of where to go from here so if you need me i'll be somewhere down the road running until this is clear and no it's nothing that you've done i'm not even mad it's just one of my little quirks a funny feeling that i had that if i didn't leave right then i might never leave again well how did i find myself on this bench in the middle of a storm talking voices to myself trying to keep warm watching the foreign cars drive by race to their destinations there's a pair of eyes that always pulls me home without any explanation but for now i've got to run cause i know no other way i've talked it over with myself and though i'd like to stay i find myself a bit unsure of where to go from here so if you need me i'll be somewhere down the road running until this is clear

i haven't been here in so long i forgot what that look on your face could mean i guess that half sweet smile and slightly crazy look in your eyes could mean you're glad to see me and i've been living this foreign life and i've been wondering if what i'm doing here is right and i always thought that i would know when it was time to go but now i'm not so sure but how i'd love to have you here during this, my favorite time of year we could watch the leaves change and the snow fall down in the valley after november rains we could sit in my fair piazza drink cappuccino and talk about the mafia even though they're just a joke round here they haven't been in these parts for years at least that's what they tell the american girls and we could go for a walk down a shady little vicolo and find two cobblestones that look almost alike find a sharp stick and carve with all our might and try to leave our mark and maybe it'll still be clear when we come to visit our piazza in a couple of years see, i already think of it as his and hers even though you haven't ever seen it but i know you'll like it when you come to visit and i can't wait to have you here during this, my favorite time of year we could watch the leaves change and the snow fall down in the valley after november rains and i can't even picture a december day it's just a little bit beyond the fray of my imagination right now but that spark is in the air and it can only mean one thing i've run into that brick wall of someone on my mind and i think it'll be a long fall this time but how i'd love to have you here during this, my favorite time of year we could watch the leaves change and the snow fall down in the valley after november rains

well it's a game i play with myself it's a twisted state of loyalty a toss up at best 'cause whoever gets the prize is whoever was the last to leave and importance or duration of feeling is hardly taken into account 'cause it's the freshest imprint, however shallow, that always calls me out 'cause there is a science to memory and forgetting and both are cut from the same cloth both consist of remembering pieces of the past in a way that it was not and if he knew i'd kissed another and another well i wonder what he'd say that they come up in the freeze frame but so does he well it's more than i can explain 'cause i recall all the others i've known all those Decembers to Mays but he's a three year block of my past life i only see on holidays 'cause there is a science to memory and forgetting and both are cut from the same cloth both consist of remembering pieces of the past in a way that it was not a hypothesis must be formed a check and balance system to weigh the damage done in keeping it or giving it away 'cause there is a science to memory and forgetting and both are cut from the same cloth both consist of remembering pieces of the past in a way that it was not in a way that it was not in a way that it was not

i can smell fall like the savior coming in sharp through the air and somehow your scent got tangled up in there and the green of your eyes is found in every turning leaf and with every one that falls i pick it up try to save another piece this business of keeping you in my pockets of keeping you from slipping farther away well now we have different seasons 'cause there's the chill of an early fall here these days but we already had different skies and different stars at different times so i suppose we can learn to weather this system as well so tell me what the weather's like there tell me anything at all like what you thought about this morning while you sat and watched the rain fall and what you thought about while you were counting the days by the hour and tell me the novelty's still in our novel and this hasn't yet gone sour and tell me you still wait for me to come home and lights are going down all around me tonight in Ravenna as i sit this one out and i watch the racing around of the rails under wooden cars and your face is the backdrop of every falling star and with every one that falls i make a wish to end up where you are and an early night is passing quickly into a quickly fading dawn and soon the sun will rise and try to burn clean my memory but i will hold on if you'll tell me you still wait to kiss my lips and touch my face to feel the pulse of a thousand misspent days racing beneath the hand that holds my cheek and tell me you still want me for your own and that you bless me at random in case i sneeze while i'm away from home you told me that you'd never lie and i believe you so tell me you still wait for me and tell me you still pray for me and tell me you still wait for me to come home