Jonah

I can see him through the trees His hair whipped in the wind And bristled under moonbeams Or at least that's how he seemed to me Once he stood I noticed him limping But when I saw him through those trees It was not the man I remembered But the one I wanted to believe Of all the offers to refuse To take me dancing? Look at my dancing shoes You waited on tables while I filled in rooms Jonah I'm beginning To feel alone with you Now I'm on my knees And Jonah insists"We ought to get married" Under the auspices of love I've never been more despised Than in a lover's arms Than in a lover's arms Of all the offers to refuse Digging up hatchets during honeymoons That lasted the war but wash up in monsoons Jonah it feels like an ending But I hope we can do this again soon But he decided to live So that he might be loved A desperate bid, sure But where in the hell was Chelsea going? How'd they both get back here? Just like they knew they would He found her note, coffee-stained"Let's be in Hollywood!"