opus 440

oh, baby, baby, its a wild world
its hard to get by just upon a smile
oh, baby, baby, its a wild world
and ill always remember you like a child, girl

i find the map and draw a straight line
over rivers, farms, and state lines
the distance from 'a' to where youd be
its only finger-lengths that i see
  i touch the place where id find your face
my fingers in creases of distant dark places

although you were biased i love your advice
your comebacks they're quick and probably

have to do with your insecurities
theres no shame in being crazy,
depending on how you take these
words im paraphrasing, this relationship were staging

and what a beautiful mess, yes it is
its like picking up trash in dresses

and the storys all over you
in the morning ill call you
cant you find a clue when your eyes are all painted Sinatra blue
what might have been lost ...