Foxtrot

  I was eight and she was nine The world seemed so fine Distant hearts and lonely nights Matching heights and matching sights Searching for a decent way Living far so far away I was twenty and she was older But still I felt a little bolder Weighing on my each shoulder Everyday growing colder Then I met her in a dine She made me smile, like I was nine Pouring whiskey and some wine She made my heart feel so fine Not so tall and matching heights  On her I had set my sights Now the distance not so far away We would see each other every way A year went by and she would say Remember how we used to sway You were younger and mine Now you cry like your nine I was tall but matching heights  Every day were different fights Crossing paths every night Turning it into a fight Promised to grow old became older The weights increased on my shoulder And she grew oh so more colder Crushing me under this boulder Take me back to when I was nine Searching for her decent shine.