Literally Main Street

I want your hands around my waist Oh god, I wish that was something I could change I want to walk with you again Down literally Main Street, nothing to see here Nothing forbidden You said, "The night air is colder now" Our feet finding slick spots where the cars had spun out If you're falling, take my hand No, if you're falling take my hand Alone for now, so bottoms up to fate Surrounded by rich children discussing real estate You're in Alaska, or so I'm told Pipe-fitting your way through the North Slope My little centerfold Was the night air colder then? I would write you right now but I can't hold a pen Was it all just in my head? Am I still in your head? I want your hands around my waist Thought I'd feel different in early middle age I want to walk with you again But I'd settle for a phone call with you now and then With the night air in our mouths Walking through the backyards of our empty houses With my voice in your head And your voice in my head