Sorry
I thought I knew myself so well
I thought I knew the world so well
I was under the impression that I was alone
I was all to ready to not be alone anymore
I was under the influence of love
Not that deep endless kind
The kind that throws you high in the blue sky
The ground is not what I expected to land on
I had hope to land in your arms
I had hope that you would want to hold me
I still may be alone
I still may want to be with you
I still may be sorry
I still may be angry
But,
I still want to be with you. . .
Back to the barn