Miles to Go
A reluctant detour, your new man idling outside
By the door, two last boxes of possessive divide
Talked you out of your coat and into a glass
Sidestepped those ancient frays, our Catholic impasse
And then the needle starts to move
Six years of memories hewn into the groove
Kind of Blue, Bitches Brew
I cue up some vinyl that reminds me of you
The fading hue of my half-inked tattoo
Miles to go and just passing through
Forty LPs in a forgotten crate
Our record of existence, our collective estate
Which are whose, who knows, just lost in deja vu
A score to settle down or to make love to
And from the speakers pours the truth
Jacket sleeves like souvenirs, the soundtrack to our youth
Kind of Blue, Bitches Brew
I cue up some vinyl that reminds me of you
The fading hue of my half-inked tattoo
Miles to go and just passing through
Only the lonely, she wants her Frank back
She’d shook me all night when we spun Back in Black
I’d asked what’s going on, she’d said let’s stay together
But it was flooding down in Texas and I couldn’t stand the weather
And then his horn calls from the snow
Leaves her past right here, but takes her Miles to go