Coup de Grâce

And there she was
Pulling back her hair
Like a cool, clear starry night
Like a reckless, breathless stare
And indubitably
She is smiling at me
At those quaint backwoods soirees
She was always the last to leave
With those Brooklyn eyes, and her NorCal smile
And those PA lips making Virginia drunk dials

As the stars burn out and crash to our feet
I'll gaze in your eyes and the future gleams
As the hailstones rain and the seven angels sing
Your hands lead me on and this is all I need...

And there she sits
Shoulders against me
In the glow of bonfire flames
Getting busy as city streets
And the raindrops fall
In that grocery lot
Where we danced to my car stereo
That summer before we took off
From a city of steel
To a city of lights
To a city of angels
With your smile brilliant and bright

So, to the girl I'll kiss on Sunset Strip
To this hand I'll hold when the sky comes down crashing
I'll be the boy you'll wish gets you through this
I'll be the hand you'll hold when the sky comes down crashing

So let the world do its' worst