Today she fell like a burning star
She’s a rolling rock on a crooked highway I paved
As much as I loved her
We were friends in the wrong direction
She moved to California so I could show her the water
Cut the cards on the poker table
I’m a spade
And a spade is just a spade
In this house of dealers there are no winners
Instead of driving we flew apart
A mountain and the hiker that never made it
She moved back to Rockland with the dirty water
A suburban babe with no map to guide her
Like I’ll be the author that wrote a story and never lived it
Walking lines no artist ever drew it
Maybe someday we will talk about it
She’ll have a family and a house to show for it
We won’t have to travel the added distance to not see eachother in this math equation
And sorry won’t be in our vocabulary
