Strafford - Matt Pond PA

I’ll follow you

Into the hills of Strafford

I see you looking backwards

As a blue, in the review

We drive out past

The snowbanks tower over

Our cars along the shoulders

Above the nighs, the pine tree lines

And as she goes

The trailing from your tailpipe

I put them out of my sight

I don’t need to know what it means

and I don’t know

where we’ll be when it’s over

Will we slip under covers?

Lose these clothes and beat the cold

I don’t know which bed will be empty

I don’t care if its the floor this time

We’re through with waiting

We’re finished waiting

Surprising with the lights off its so simple

The beating stops to go straight into time

What was senseless

Starts to make sense

What was before

Not worth remembering in

The slipping and the steaming

Hands are scarred, I’m racing jars and

And we don’t know

Where we’ll be when its over

Will we slip under covers?

Lose these clothes and beat the cold