You've got this little fantasy

involving a revolving door

You've got no itch for the train tracks

You ask me what that suitcase is for

And I can feel the earth in your eyes

when they look upon me

I wish I could stay rooted under these open skies

but I like the way the earth moves me.



Do you remember sweet Saginaw

your first ride on a train

with your head out the window

and your timid little tongue

just tasting the rain

and your feet tapping the toerest

this is the rhythm I began to live with

and there were no superhero powers

and no mind control games

it was just your eyes in the morning

and their warm save gleam



I have been blessed.



My penny jar gets me just south of Charleston

where the cabbie drops me off at the curb

he says I could get you all the way to New York

if you had the money and a little nerve

But the phone booth is singing me a song

and I am sailing away

I say I know I will get farther

but probably not today



And I see a seagull

in ruins on the sidewalk

his feathers are all cloggin up the drainway

all white and wet and lost

but this is no signal

yes i've seen it all before

my body's screaming for your tidepool

but ah the skyline, the open door



I have been blessed.



You know I still get your letters

the ones with the lingering women

but the empty home

and I know I can fill up those spaces

but right now I'm better off alone

because I am just your kind of woman

I am just your kind of girl

I just wanted to tear open the porthole

I wanted to see the world



I have been blessed.