~and tender is the night©

(dedicated to countless broken hearts from one night stands)
She sits alone by the window,
hoping her heart's desire will show.
While he's thinking of her as a passing fling,
the girl from yesterday is just not his thing.
He has a lover lined up in every city,
with him magic moments are just out of pity.
He strums his guitar while singing her a song,
they share a fantasy and then he's gone.
For his bus is ready to head down the road again,
wild hearts you can't tame and that's a sin.
And how tender is the night,
that they share till morning light.
But he's a country boy that has no roots,
just a brief stop to take off his hat and boots.
Copyright ©2007~S@L

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