Santa Cruz

the things we do and the things we let
 between the tide and the cigarettes
 all the cups we cannot sip
 between our legs across our lips
 all the places we will meet
 between our start and our winding sheet
 some we'll leave and some we'll walk
 hung like thieves, we sing the cross
 don't go! don't go!
 all the rules we will not break
 will break beside each note I make
 between the beat and the speaker throw
 what I think, where I still won't go
 don't go! don't go!
 don't go! don't go!
 don't look at me that way
 when you do what can I do
 but do everything you say
 don't look at me that way
 when you do what can I do
 but do everything you say
 from Santa Cruz we're drawing close
 between the hems and the cuffs of clothes
 all the things I cannot do
 I'm thinking of more I'll do to you
 and late one night on borrowed cars
 we went one time, was it too far
 between the headlights and engine block
 between my knees, between the clock
 don't go! don't go!
 don't go! don't go!
 don't go! don't go!
 don't go! don't go! ...
 the things we do and the things we let
 between the tide and the cigarettes
 all the cups we cannot sip
 between our legs across our lips