The way I’ll give up wanting you
Will be the way I give up breath and touch,
The way I give up sight and smiles,
And stand on lonely roads at night.

The way I think of touching you,
As dreams of you slip into light,
The way you make the daylight fine
And easy, lose me in your hair,
Is how I’ll hold you, ever more.

I want to go with you
To where not even I have been,
You make me want to clear the decks
Of carpets, chairs and beans and rice
you make me want to see all white
you make me want to toss the dice

Down on the street, down in the grind,
Girls hustle for those silver dollars
Girls hustle to get out of there,
To hear the tune before the bandman,
To hustle, step with legs kicked high

I might have found you there some time
I’d wear courderoy and you’d be blonde
We’d slip inside a rented trailer,
Play pinochle  and gin till dawn.  I’d yawn.

Then wake, with you beside me,
I’d touch your face and feel your breath,
And think I could stop everything,
Sight, smiles and touch, and lonely roads,
Stop all of it
Stop all
Except the way I’m wanting you.