Could you love me?
No, of course not.
Your spirit is reckless and wild,
And no lover's touch could tame you.

You stay up all night just to watch the sun rise.
You're too late.
You fall in love with long-legged women
In cities you're just passing through.
You howl at the sun,
Begging for rebellion.
We know you better than you do.
You long for a hand to hold,
A hand to release you,
A hand to pull you from the edge,
And hand to push you off.

Maybe you could love me.
But I could not love you enough
To let you go.