Across the Street

(mmmmm) I watched you tracing titles on the spine

Through fogged-up glass, another day of rain

You turned a page,

completely ignoring mine

A quiet world behind the window pane

Until I took a marker to the pane

And wrote 'read this if you want a change'

(ooh,

a change)

And you were always across the street

A chapter waiting on the tip of my tongue

Every recommendation making us meet

Before the final song was sung

Your answer stayed right there

upon the glass

A list of poets that I'd never

known

We traded verses while the autumn passed

Two quiet islands, but no longer alone

One winter morning when the air was cold

I didn't write, I walked right through the door

And finally had the courage to be bold

And we didn't need the window anymore

And you were always across the street

A chapter waiting on the tip of my tongue

Every recommendation making us meet

Before the final song was sung

No more glass between us (no more glass) Just pages turning in

the sun