Dancing around in your button-up coat In a cabin of hammered hardwood notes Beneath the trees, atop a blanket of leaves It was built by a man in the 1960’s Under the skeleton roof you wed a girl you just met She shared some sangria and stayed up past sunset And I watched you laughing with smeared black eyes With a collection of stories from the previous night A jug in one hand, half empty with wine
Together for some nights in November All we are is one-nighters and songs
I robbed an Indian soul from a vacant porch Placed it in the trunk, then got hungry for more Stared down the street treasure finds I didn’t trust my luck so I left them behind Dancing around with your brown bear ears Up a spiral staircase, you’re in love with your fears And you watched me drown in the bottle quick With ink in one hand trying not to be sick A smoke in the other, we’re one messed up clique
Together for some nights in November All we are is one-nighters and songs In a closet built for jacket weather I learned that with you is exactly where I belong