Where in the world did you come from my dear?
Did some mysterious voice tell you I'd still be here?
I bought this ticket to Mobile, but I been stranded all day...p.a.
said the bus broke down ten miles away from the station.
So seldom a door...so seldom a key...so seldom a lock
like the love between you and me.
But seldom comes happiness without the pain of the devil in the details
since I saw the smile on your face as I was crying in a Greyhound station
on Christmas Day...in 1998.
The burden of love is the fuel of bad grammar.
You stutter and stammer--what a bitch to convey the crux of the matter,
when the words you must utter are hopelessly tangled in the memories and
scars you show no one.
So seldom a door...so seldom a key...so seldom a hit like
the hurt you put on me.
But seldom comes happiness without the pain of the devil in the details
since I saw the smile on your face as I was crying in a Greyhound station
on Christmas Day...in 1998.
I remember quite clearly, a bad Muzak version of James Taylor's big hit,
called "Fire and Rain" was playing as you crouched down and tearfully
kissed me, and I thought,
"Damn, what good fiction I will mold from this terrible pain."
So seldom a door...so seldom a key...so seldom a gift like the gift
you gave me.
But seldom comes happiness without the pain of the devil in the details
since I saw the smile on your face as I was crying in a Greyhound station
on Christmas Day...in 1998.
Amazing grace, how sweet the smile upon the face I never thought
I'd see you again...especially here in this Greyhound station...
on Christmas Day...in 1998.
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