Slept in class behind her
Every day passed her
Should’ve asked her then
Dresses dogs, hip soundtracks
Snowshoes, black pants, lost track
Something about her since first sight
Left words on hold for years
There was coffee, there were shows
What would happen, they don’t know
Snow falls on the other side of screens
Seems like the type to know what he means
Dances well, hips and that
No shoes, those pants, snow hat
Somewhere, she’s seen more than one life
Writes words out, crystal clear
Stood right there beside her
Too loud to hear her
Should’ve asked her then
this is your life chuck johnson 