Me and the Lady

So everything goes slipping, sliding, just a quick life and you can’t hardly hang on

You pick something and you go for it, then it’s gone, it doesn’t matter what

I can’t believe I was ever small, I remember my tiny boots

And how, it was, cold

Montana winter

All bundled up on the ice, there was a girl there about as old as I am now

She was ice skating I think and laughing with me in the snow

She bundled me and brought me there, I slid on the ice

Acted scared

And called her mama

Then a summer came smelling like cut grass, I grabbed her hand downtown

Down a hill and up again I think, and the sailors whistled

At the Pretty Lady, I looked up at her funny

Then, a million summers

Howl by

All that really happens of consequence, is that I loose my innocence

And have to fight every day of my life, to get back

Then we’re on a star together, some big glow in the middle of this puzzled universe

Me, and the lady

Who taught me softness

Me and the lady

Who taught me softness