Hesitate (For Gord)

You showed up late
You didn't hesitate for long
Just to tell me I was wrong
You were a smith's song
You weren't this song after all
The binoculars could fall
You never meet much
You just needed someone in your summer
as it turned to fall
Stuck in a weird place
Making your ears race to the words
On a roiling swarm of birds
Sharpened fourth, not thirds
Point of a hummingbird to lose
In a thousand interviews
You never meet much
All I need is starlight and the concrete click
of high-heeled shoes



Credits
Writer(s): Greg Williamson
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