I love those glasses
That shirt with the cactus
The man on the side of the road
That neighborhood watchdog
The morning drives light fog
That sleeve that your mom always sewed
When you fell down that one hill
And found that old wood mill
That you swore was severely haunted
And that girl with the left feet
And the potholes on fleet street
That you avoided because she was the one that you wanted
Although it was not me
I could see it too clearly
I could feel you were happy for once
So I’ll leave you with her
And forget who we once were
Because to chase after you would make me a dunce.