Close those doors, walk down the street
And let those rain drops catch your teeth
Sometimes sunshine is too sweet
So I let shadey trees drip down on me

Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again

You're the turtle,
I'm the hare.
And I said I'd take you home
A couple days until I go
but I guess you're already there.
I will stay if you ask me to
And I will go if you dare
To baked and broken back roads
Where our ashes fill the air