I can see you in a picture.
You’re not just a place for a household fixture.
I see a cabin on a few snowy acres.
Where I can wake up to my soulmate,
my eternal love maker.
Every night I find love, warmth, and healing inside my eternal pier.
Your breasts comfort me and shelter me from my fears.
I close my eyes and I can see a place where I can sit my guitar,
and write about my heart’s scar.
A place lost in a wilderness.
Where I am only found by her loving tenderness.
A place where I can wake up on Saturday mornings,
and run my fingers through her dark hair,
as the deepest parts of our hearts and souls we eternally share.
As I open the door for you to my Trans Am.
I want to explore this land only while holding your hand.
Lets goto Casey’s and get a drink,
and drive around listening to our favorite band.
As I am driving and taking us on an adventure I can’t help but glance,
and see you look into my eyes while in your seat you beautifully dance.
I look at you and smile and tell you I have a new joke.
You look back at me and smile and quickly say nope.
As we drive across this land and I eternally hold your hand.
I never want to leave this dreamland.
A home is not just a place with four walls.
It is the heart of the woman in love I will fall.
Life is an adventure I only want to share with you.
But first I must find my home so I can live this dream that feels so true.