Hands on the Table

I will always remember our hands on the table And I could not unlock from your stare And though I have tried to untie from your anchor, I can't I am no good at giving up I am directing our movie I play in my mind A moment suspended in time that I keep on rewind And the ink it is bleeding Through pages where I wrote down your name And carefully planned our escape I would pass you a key and pay off the judges to free you If that's what it takes, then why wait? I am one cloud shy in your neon sky Do not go from my road I was crippled and blurry the day I walked into your frame I'm so focused now on your name And my pages were fading from the days of exchanging my tune On trains that I took home to you When the signal broke, I spoke to you on paper From the parking lots to our bed Where you are not now Do not go from my road Soon my moon will fall --- Hands on the Table - Damien Jurado