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[aid] => mick
[title] => SAVE ME A SEAT
[time] => 2004-04-25 12:35:02
[hometext] => a meeting between former lovers on the parking lot of a motel
[bodytext] => Save Me A Seat Trading glances across open terrain Last week’s reasons for living renewed within a flash You raise your hand above your head a question mark in your eyes I measure the distance between the stuff that dreams are made of and the time that’s left to make them come true It’s good to see you again We’ve shared our secrets with passing strangers to be forgotten at the crack of dawn And I heard you beat all comers Got yourself that fancy TV gig You were always good at directing the obvious But when we slipped and fell there was no canned laughter Just some badly rehearsed putdowns and the crowd looking for the exit You seem more at ease now And it sure feels strange wanting you again These parking lots look so dreary in the morning light The living dead scurrying about Hoarding souvenirs of fleeting pleasures and always on the lookout for future treasures We don’t belong in this place So many lonely hearts stored in rented vaults You wipe your brow in mock relief at the sight of my stupid grin Suppose you didn’t think you’d ever see me again We were harmony on the run Chasing phantoms straight into the night Cast adrift on a sea of longing and without a dime to cash it in Beggars can’t be choosers Couldn’t even choose what to beg for Scraping by on whispers at dusk The harbour lights caught in your hair Halo of fire, angel of mercy Shadows stretching out before us as far as the eye could see Kinda scary to feel I may want to need you again Now you fumble for the car keys Reminds me of the last time you left after wasting so much time playing hide-and-seek on wastelands of hope Where your doubts had taken root and my lies hardened into stone Your face a cracked mirror My reflection a mask of solitude So I guess you could say I’m crazy But I really wouldn’t mind a rerun Just save me an ending without an unexpected twist Life’s fickle enough as it is Save me a dream if you’ve got one to spare Mine have grown rough around the edges And save me a seat on that long ride home We’ll take on every sharp turn in the road as if nothing could possibly faze us And when the light fades and these summer days have come and gone I’ll lay my promises at your feet where they’d grow with the seasons nurtured into full bloom till fortune smiles upon us never to forsake us again Chris van Oostrom [comments] => 2 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 24 [informant] => ChrisvanOostrom [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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