Boots

Your magnetic skin So shiny and proud Your feet in the doorway Your head in the clouds Eternity’s nesting In the palm of your hand Like a wild desert flower Like a grain of sand I’m looking through Your lovesick eyes Galvanized, weary Dry and wise Taken all your vitamins We’ve still got time to kill I’m counting shadows on the wall You’re running up the hill Hurry on, darling Don’t miss your flight Wherever you’re going I promise I’ll write Rainy nights They have gone by But my boots Kept me dry