santa cruz

the things we do and the things we let
between the tide and the cigarettes
all the cups we cannot sip
between our legs across our lips


all the places we will meet
between our start and our winding sheet
some we'll leave and some we'll walk
hung like thieves, we sing the cross


don't go! don't go!


all the rules we will not break
will break beside each note i make
between the beat and the speaker throw
what i think, where i still won’t go


don't go! don't go!


don't look at me that way
when you do what can i do
but do everything you say


from santa cruz we're drawing close
between the hems and the cuffs of clothes
all the things i cannot do
i'm thinking of more i'll do to you
and late one night on borrowed cars
we went one time, was it too far
between the headlights and engine block
between my knees, between the clock


don't go! don't go!


the things we do and the things we let
between the tide and the cigarettes
all the cups we cannot sip
between our legs across our lips


© 2009 Erin McKeown