"Prentiss' Song"

You’re in my sun
You’re in my moon
You’re in my coffee in my spoon
You’re in my walk in my fog in my afternoon jog.

You are in my car and in the
Far reaches the farthest star
My telephone and this microphone
You’re in everything I own.

You’re in my arms and legs
And the daze and haze
Of the crazy flights of alcohol fueled
Friday nights
You are in all my Georgian days
You’re in all of my Southern ways.

You give me sight I give you sound
A left and right foot we are bound
I’ll never mind the pain or the rain
Or a pound or two that I might gain.

I’ll never mind the cold or the heat
Or the noise of the street
In the middle of that New York City night.

I’ll never mind the time I spent waiting in line
Or the fine for speeding or times I cheated
And I’ll never mind a broken heart again.
Never again.

So, never mind my selfish heart
Or my vain restart
Like a map of New Orleans
Under water under fire in the
Quarter of your dreams and desires
And in The young fresh eyes
You designed that will carry you
Carry you through
Your days and your nights

I’ll carry you too
In my fight to make things right.
To make it alright. I’ll make it alright.
We’ll make it alright.

You’re in my dreams and in the seams
And all the In betweens
The photo files in all the miles
And years that we’ve crossed and we lost
And found again.

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