I don't keep much stuff around
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I value my portability
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but I will say that I have saved
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every letter you ever wrote to me
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the one you left on my windsheild
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outside of that little motel
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is in the pocket of my old gigbag
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from back when life was more soft shelled
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letters littered with little lewd pictures
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drawn by the ghost of Woddy Guthrie
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who would use your big thick hand
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just to draw one two for me
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and I think of your letters as love letters
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which is how I think of songs
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in that it is the writing of them
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that tend to carry us along
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and I dance to one of your old tunes
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with my true love on our wedding day
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and your voice sang the way my heart would sing
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if it finally knew just what to say
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two people pulled over on the same night
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to look up at the same stars
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they both found their wheels were spinning
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in a soft shoulder
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when they got back into their cars
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and they missed fate's appointed rendezvous
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and then a whole lotta time went by
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and finally they were done
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worshipping the landscape
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and they put down their hands
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and moved into the sky
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and they had barely said hello
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and it was time to say goodbye
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goodbye............
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Soft Shoulder
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| Ani DiFranco |
