Touch my shoulder the way you do
Come with laughter to my side
There are a few things to know this season
A drunk dream, an empty road
A shaky hand, icy cold
And you on the other side keeping it warm
You are no stranger I know you well
In a brief moment it was clear
The voice I heard would leave me shelled
Cleanly out two halves of man
Part sweet relief, part yearning hand
I see it all before me wait