who knew
  at this party that I
  would walk in and I'd see you.
  I guess now
  we could just get drunk
  yeah, that could be our excuse
  you could slip
  from out of nowhere
  i could be there to catch your fall
  we could laugh
  at ourselves
  and the writing that's on the wall
    it's a narrow margin
  just room enough for regret
  in the inch and a half between
  hey, how ya been?
  and
  can I kiss you yet?
  so we talk, like
  nervous neighbors over a tall fence
  true love, but for the lack of providence
    but I just got one more
  thing to tell you
    'cuz words are vitamins
  and life is short
  and I know when we get up
  to the front office
  We're gonna have to fill out
  a full report
  and the first question will be
  what were you thinking?
  and the next question will be
  what did you say?
  then they're gonna check to see
  if the answers to one and two
  matched up much
  along the way
    in the interest of poetry
  and the cowboy movie
  that's you and me
  I'm back on the horse now
  and I am riding
  I am striding so effortlessly
  what I mean is
  it's late
  much to late for us
  and I'm fixing to go home
  with just my conscious
  and a bitter sense of irony
  as my chaperone
    true love, but for the lack of providence.