James Taylor playing on the radio.
Makes you think of the one you never had. And how she got away.
Never held her hand.
Or heard her sing the song she promised
Would haunt you in your sleep.
Now it haunts you
Never hearing it
As you lay fast awake.
She awakes in a distant morning
Surrounded by azul waters
And the tan arms of the man who loves her
Probably more than you.
Damn you Jimmy Taylor
And your guitar strings
That pull apart the heart.
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