i said, come on, girl,
i know where the bushes break and the
trees will let us in.
i know where the little creek runs,
we can be alone and then…
i said, dammit, girl,
they’re buildin’ houses
down near where we like to go…
down by the place that no one knows,
where my love and the little creek flow…
i said, remember, girl,
where we used to go? where i
brushed the hair from your eyes?
today i saw what they’ve done to it,
and i swear, my girl, i cried.