Love, where is it that you're going?
If you're not careful you'll rot in
that small Texas town.
The Med student by my side
the one with the brown eyes and slow smile
is going somewhere fast.
What is it you have to offer then?
With his hand on my waist, we walk through
Nashville underground art scenes
as he whispers that I look
like a 1920's film star, breath hot against my ear.
As we discuss music and art house films
playing at the Belcourt theatre
he kisses me in dark cafe corner
so soft it dissapears like vapor
into the Nashville nighlife
Your window is closing