Love Story

Piled in an old blue van driven by a love drunk man
Making their way to a place where the water runs under watch of a couple of kids making echoes
Singing songs about New York apartments
Days laying on couches and carpets of four best friends with two in the corner whispering, days getting warmer

One July, the summer of his sixteenth year, only she came through
He felt it new and she did too
Never a question now, never a question to come
Going as one to the city, a room in a basement, never another bottle of lemon rum

A view of parked cars from nine floors up, science fiction triple feature
Oven pizza, nights all bleeding into early morning
Bringing home a job he hates, struggles with her loss of faith
Making their way to a place where the darkness gets shredded by memories of kids making echoes

She takes work giving care to the sick and the weakened
He's got a job moving boxes, they find a home, a little place, they've got a plan to fill the space
Her head hits the ceiling with news of a feeling of joy on a stick, a spark to a wick
Burning away the months in a blur

Now those kids have a kid of their own
She's a beautiful daughter, pulled from the water on a perfect day in early December

The boy watches the girl thinking back on their story
He smiles
Cause the story keeps growing, a love overflowing