If you're looking for something
That resembles loving
You've got to look deeper
Than next to nothing

Although your eyes may see
The start of the spark
If you're looking for love
You must open your heart

If you're expecting mountain tops
Or white doves let loose
I'm not exactly sure what you've got
But it sure ain't a clue

You can climb and climb
And never get close enough
If you don't open your heart
When you're looking for love

Holding tightly to something
Only fills loves one sided needs
Like the birds you'd like to fly
Never gets to spread its wings

If you're looking for answers
Don't be left in the dark
When you're looking for love
You must first open your heart

I remember that night at the prom
And you with that green dress on
With me all velveted up
In my fancy tux

Our young hearts thought the song would last
Now all mine does is hum of the past
Forgetting the words
As life runs its course

Your parents up and packed you away
To the cold North where cars used to be made
Now a desolate town
The Japanese tore the dream down

And me in the meantime
Joined Uncle Sam to fight the good fight
I needed the space
To get away

I either came to or out of my senses
Called you up saying I can not do this
The entangled wedding vow
That somehow came about

So you went your way and I went mine
Over the static of the telephone line
I think it worked out for the best
For us and the rest

Now here we are years down the road
My mind suddenly deciding to unload
With that night at the prom
And you with that green dress on

I decided to place my heart on my sleeve, bare and bursting, waiting for the day you would open your sun-soaked whiskey eyes to it.
As time passed, I watched as it shriveled into a husk of a memory, barren and broken.
I used pieces of my soul to mend the jagged cracks you so unknowingly wrought.
But I was not complete.
Every time your lips would caress my name, I could feel the cracks gape open into a chasm that leaked, my soul slowly slipping away.
Sanity was no longer reachable for me, my mind broken under the weight of tacit love, and so pain turned to pleasure.
I would smile as I died daily, your name a sweet taste on my lips.

if you count all the days
from here to there
minus the ones
that you just sit and stare

the haves and have not's
the never got's
on waves have been tossed
forever lost

the good you have done
when not counting some
they say haste makes waste
when diving in love

and on that note
i clear my throat
and proceed to float

in every beginning and end
there's a middle to them
an overgrown path
that life is lived in

standing around
to say the least
the beauty within
is marked by the beast

before we say it's over
then attempt it again
this looks too familiar
where have we been

*and on that note
i clear my throat
and proceed to float