Close With You

The big line in the sand, like the faith that we had
Washed from the river in two
I agreed to all the arrangements
Even picked up a couple flowers for you
I came all this way just to be close with you
Just to be close with you

On the back of a city bus I see your face
Some big print where you look stunning
I had to listen to some bullshit from your aunt in Minnesota
About how you cared too much to run the whole tape through
Ah, so much for being close with you

Shaking hands
There's so many places I never went to
Caught a glimpse of mysеlf in the mirror
Of nerves, maybе I just have too few
I almost made it this time by being close with you
Being close with you