Distance Dancing

The old backyard
They torched the tree
Somewhere near love, but not quite free

He sent a card
‘Cause he is he
Ten years later near Christmas Eve

‘I gotta blow up the aliens.
I’d like to be right by you.
We’ve done this dance for so, so long –
It’s all we know how to do.’

He and she
They don’t speak
Distance dancing
Creating stories

And on the road
He watched her sleep
Let her enjoy a chance to breathe

With years pent up
He couldn’t speak
When she came down on New Year’s Eve

He dropped her off and drove away and
couldn’t see through a windshield on a sunny day.