I had a sense that you were watching me from the back row
Of the Charlotte Performing Arts Center it was one of these days
Where winter reappears for an April encore and that's why you wore
A parka and a scarf yeah you were wrapped up in yourself
I was wrestling with a one-man show you had nowhere else to go
So you were watching and I lost my train of thought and
I felt my face grow hot there behind your scarf
Your soft eyes peeking darkly out of that gigantic pile of clothes
Two arched eyebrows and a little nose
Your laughter was muffled and I was clearly ruffled
I thought of myself as an actor but I wasn't acting then
I had never felt this way before I never would again
Two hours and a quarter up 85 northward to Durham
And a duplex with a yard the first two weeks were hard
But then we settled on a healthy combination at fighting and flirtation
Now sometimes when you laugh it's like your laugh gets cut in half
And in the silence I can see the computation
Stack the good times up the against the bad times that we're up against
Stack 'em good and tall and hope that they don't fall
I thought of myself as a fighter there's no way I was giving in
You're not something I'm getting over
So I might as well be your friend
Be mine be mine I'm already yours you know
We can while away the minutes of our lives
Listening to the ghosts on the radio
