What do you do
When you don't know
What to do?

Eyes like two high-beams,
Felt them sweep over me,
And focus to a point
Like a dangerous laser beam.

Then when I turned my head
And peered back into them,
If I looked closely enough
I could hear moaning in my head,
I could see her in my bed,

Or her bed, or on the floor,
Or right here against this door,
Or inside my car, or behind those trees,
Or down in the dirt, down on her knees.

Her eyes told me stories,
That I wouldn't believe.
Those intense high-beam eyes
That washed over me,
And flooded me with light
Shining from radiant memories
Of everyone else that she's looked at
The same way she was looking
At me.

Did they all see her as I did?
Wet in the dirt?
In a light floral skirt?
Or is it different for everyone
That peeks back at her?

I still feel them
Looking at me
Across all these miles
Stretched in-between.

Maybe that's wishful thinking.
Maybe, indeed.

Drive your spile
Into me,
And take what you've tapped.

Been going on miles,
Last night's dream
Was of two maps.

We alternate
Between the two,
Getting there ain't our right.

Time's gone late,
And who knew?
Missed the turn off last night.

Now or later,
Drink it down,
Do I satiate the thirst?

Now a neighbor
In a new town,
I'll go say hello first.

Where did I go
When I stopped saying hi
What did you do
With these years of your life
You happened along
Like a subtle love song
And went and became someone's wife

Now with a child
And seldom a smile
You crawl through life
Like a soldier