cars will one day reside in the museums of hate

I walked across the playing field
where the Krishna's had they're feast
I met you on the corner
with a coffee in your hand
You always catch me off guard
with my defenses down
I was pleased to see you
because I thought that you'd left town

I walked across the playing field
where Micheal Donahue was lost
We sat and drank our coffees
and dialogged on trust
You said you trusted no one
I asked not even me
Your hair was kind of messy
but beautiful to see

You always catch me off guard
my arms down by my side
with your funky way of dressing
and your sudden change of mind