Love Song
Beautiful dangerous man
Broke me in two
Way back then
Now there’s only half of me
Why did I leave the city?
Lovers two, both drummers
Neither really there
Me, beautiful and bent
Then one left his wife
Came to stay
Me, bent, ran away
Square peg in a round hole
Standing on the corner
Watching for something, anything
Besides this small town nothing
And there he was
On a hot afternoon
Riding fast on a motorcycle
Wearing combat boots, denim shorts
Wifebeater and a red bandana on his head
I was lost
Not at that moment but later, at the bar
I was tending two nights a week
There he was, with someone else, his cousin Eddie
Wearing a black leather jacket and scarf
White shirt against his dark skin
Earrings and boots
And a smile that lit me up
I knew in that moment
When he took my hand
Tiny town in the middle of nowhere
Here it was, what I’d been waiting for
Standing on the razor blade
Adrenaline rush every day
Love me deeply
Hurt me more
Give me what I’ve always needed
Never got before
He was young and wild
Lived in the city
Came back to the country
Beautiful, broken man
And I loved him
Loved him when he appeared
In the middle of the night
While I was sleepingI still don’t know how he got in
When I’d watch him sleeping
Hoping he would keep breathing
Praying whatever he swallowed
Didn’t kill him that night
Watching his breath, feeling his heart
Nobody understood what
Brought us together
The redhead from L.A.
The Indian on the Kawasaki
But it was meant to be
We found the other half
The missing part of us
And I loved him
Like I’d never loved anyone
And never will again
We ran away to RenoWith his aunt Rita
Her husband Matt
They went to gamble
We found a justice of the peace
Got married in the middle of the night
Didn’t tell a soul
I got crazier
And so did he
We lit fires in each other
Pushed buttons
Tested, tried
He beat me,called me names
I went back to the city
Cheated with my drummer
For years
Pushed his buttons, ran away
Blamed it on him
Then loved each other more
Deeper, better for awhile
He was sober, I was faithful
Spent whole days together
Laughing, making love
Talking, sleeping, making love again
He beat me sometimes
Was always sorry, I always forgave
Because there’s no man better
Than the one who’s finished
Beating you and wants another chance
I cut his hair
Painted his little toenail red
Our secret thing
He brought me flowers
He’d picked on the way home
I was addicted to it all
The love, the hurt, the bruises
And regret
Thinking about it today,
I still want to feel it
Nothing since compares
When it ended
As it had to do
Or I’d be dead
His life would be over
For love eternal, hopeless
I ran away, he cursed me that day
I started over, sleeping on a sofa
In someone’s living room
Missing him every day
Crying and wishing I was there
With him
On a good day
Years passed, I searched
For answers in other men
Therapy, hard work,
In my own head
And I loved him still
The man who loved me
Who brought me flowers and kissed my toes
More years passed
I went back there with my sister
To see the county fair
For a small town adventure
And there he was, his back to me
The same wavy black hair
One braid down his back, strands of gray
I touched his arm, he turned
Around, blinked and stared
I started to cry
The years between were gone
He held me, told me he was sorry
For hurting me, for the end
I told him I loved him still
And it was my fault, too
We talked and held on to each other
For an hour or more
In the crowd of small town
People at the county fair
Made plans to meet in the morning
At the Miner’s Inn
I was there
He was not
I heard later that he got drunk, got arrestedSpent the night in jail
I came back to the city
Where I belong, with my people
Empty, broken still
In that place where love’s supposed to be
I don’t want it anymore
None of it can compare
To that man, those days
Standing on the razor blade
The rush of love and hate
The buzz and pain, his smile
The feel of his flesh on mine
Life is good, the part I feel
But I never left him
Never got away
And for the rest of my life
I’ll belong to him
Beautiful dangerous man
Broke me in two
Way back then
Now there’s only half of me
Why did I leave the city?
Lovers two, both drummers
Neither really there
Me, beautiful and bent
Then one left his wife
Came to stay
Me, bent, ran away
Square peg in a round hole
Standing on the corner
Watching for something, anything
Besides this small town nothing
And there he was
On a hot afternoon
Riding fast on a motorcycle
Wearing combat boots, denim shorts
Wifebeater and a red bandana on his head
I was lost
Not at that moment but later, at the bar
I was tending two nights a week
There he was, with someone else, his cousin Eddie
Wearing a black leather jacket and scarf
White shirt against his dark skin
Earrings and boots
And a smile that lit me up
I knew in that moment
When he took my hand
Tiny town in the middle of nowhere
Here it was, what I’d been waiting for
Standing on the razor blade
Adrenaline rush every day
Love me deeply
Hurt me more
Give me what I’ve always needed
Never got before
He was young and wild
Lived in the city
Came back to the country
Beautiful, broken man
And I loved him
Loved him when he appeared
In the middle of the night
While I was sleepingI still don’t know how he got in
When I’d watch him sleeping
Hoping he would keep breathing
Praying whatever he swallowed
Didn’t kill him that night
Watching his breath, feeling his heart
Nobody understood what
Brought us together
The redhead from L.A.
The Indian on the Kawasaki
But it was meant to be
We found the other half
The missing part of us
And I loved him
Like I’d never loved anyone
And never will again
We ran away to RenoWith his aunt Rita
Her husband Matt
They went to gamble
We found a justice of the peace
Got married in the middle of the night
Didn’t tell a soul
I got crazier
And so did he
We lit fires in each other
Pushed buttons
Tested, tried
He beat me,called me names
I went back to the city
Cheated with my drummer
For years
Pushed his buttons, ran away
Blamed it on him
Then loved each other more
Deeper, better for awhile
He was sober, I was faithful
Spent whole days together
Laughing, making love
Talking, sleeping, making love again
He beat me sometimes
Was always sorry, I always forgave
Because there’s no man better
Than the one who’s finished
Beating you and wants another chance
I cut his hair
Painted his little toenail red
Our secret thing
He brought me flowers
He’d picked on the way home
I was addicted to it all
The love, the hurt, the bruises
And regret
Thinking about it today,
I still want to feel it
Nothing since compares
When it ended
As it had to do
Or I’d be dead
His life would be over
For love eternal, hopeless
I ran away, he cursed me that day
I started over, sleeping on a sofa
In someone’s living room
Missing him every day
Crying and wishing I was there
With him
On a good day
Years passed, I searched
For answers in other men
Therapy, hard work,
In my own head
And I loved him still
The man who loved me
Who brought me flowers and kissed my toes
More years passed
I went back there with my sister
To see the county fair
For a small town adventure
And there he was, his back to me
The same wavy black hair
One braid down his back, strands of gray
I touched his arm, he turned
Around, blinked and stared
I started to cry
The years between were gone
He held me, told me he was sorry
For hurting me, for the end
I told him I loved him still
And it was my fault, too
We talked and held on to each other
For an hour or more
In the crowd of small town
People at the county fair
Made plans to meet in the morning
At the Miner’s Inn
I was there
He was not
I heard later that he got drunk, got arrestedSpent the night in jail
I came back to the city
Where I belong, with my people
Empty, broken still
In that place where love’s supposed to be
I don’t want it anymore
None of it can compare
To that man, those days
Standing on the razor blade
The rush of love and hate
The buzz and pain, his smile
The feel of his flesh on mine
Life is good, the part I feel
But I never left him
Never got away
And for the rest of my life
I’ll belong to him
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