The Way it Ought to Be

it's firing on all cylinders

the way i think of you,

a master machine

with gears in between

to take me down the road.

it runs like Persian silk

leaves me weak in the knees

and i'm still falling asleep

in front of you like a TV.

we are what we are

and who we want to be.

you are me in my heart

and i keep looking for a place

to rest my feet.

so follow me to the last great monument,

follow me to salvation

to a rug burn tragedy.

i will love you

like you should be loved

i will hold you close and free,

take your breath away

rock you into being.

these are my songs

this is my life

this is the way it ought to be,

your head against my chest

a three beer lullaby.

follow me home,

follow me home

i want you always

to be touching me

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Steven Gowin, May 20, 2012

I love the flow of this. I like "a rug burn tragedy," and "i'm still falling asleep / in front of you like a TV."

Thanks so much Steve!

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