Tai Chi Straight Sword Love

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Road Song

cherry blossoms - on highways travelling
forty dreary shades of green. thinking of him
well, I've reached him at Riverside, maybe
I should leave a message as he runs
he runs from the vibrating blue phone
and in the shadows of the houses on the hill
I guess I'm still beautiful
Yeah, I guess I'm still beautiful

passing couches - roadside, abandoned
ahead the children await instruction. life returns
to normal in a blue rental car, entering
cities past the mountains while light
light reflects off his CD cases
and as the bell tolls for her from the speakers
I guess I'm still beautiful
Yeah, I guess I'm still beautiful

sunlight hurts my eyes freezing in his jacket
with a penchant for pale faces and sunken eyes
how many bridges to pass under
before we become water
next to bunches of vibrant lavender

resounding notes - from her fingers
Bösendorfer her special "girl." it'll come back
oh, my fingers remember the keys, someday
the black and white will run away as he calls
he'll call from the vibrating blue phone
and in the safety of my black uniform
I guess I'm still beautiful
Yeah, I guess I'm still beautiful