Picture from Spain

I met her in a crowd There she was We caught each other looking 'round It was enough We talked till late that night I walked her home, debating gun rights We put our differences aside Under the parking lights Two years soon passed She sent a picture from spain On a stone street a seedling Was growing in a storm drain "A familiar plight," I said She left me on read I had a thought but then it was lost I dropped my dream in a stream I had a whim and I saw it end Yeah I had a smile for a while