By Heart

Two of a feather
will spend time together
and silently know
that maybe means never
On a leather
bench seat with her
head in my neck,
She asked if I
fell,
had fallen
was fallin' for her yet
Maybe'
means never
Yes you know and I know
that maybe means never

Never learn something
you can do by heart
Soon as you do it comes apart
hold it tight like a
fistful of sand
no hawk, no dove
no two in hand

Three time a loser
A beggar, a chooser
I'm learning it slow
Not finding any clues or
Dark accusers
in corner booths
all singing the blues
I asked if she
was coy,
cunning
or runnin' with regret
maybe'
means never
Yes you know and I know
that maybe means never

Never learn something
you can do by heart
soon as you do it comes apart
hold it tight
like a
fistful of sand
no hawk, no dove, no two in hand