Airstream Bohemians

She had a reconstructed face
 And he had no lips to speak of
 There was no feature out of place
 And no recipe for sweet love
 From an Indiana Dodge
 To an Airstream by the parkway
 In the silver they would lodge
 And as for love they hit it sharply
 He was the type to look for work
 Although not the kind to find it
 She was an office temp and clerk
 He didn't have to be reminded...
 But he minded
 He was a writer in his dreams
 He sent his thoughts to magazines
 He'd get them back without a check
 What do bohemians expect?
 He started hanging out with those
 Collectively misunderstood
 Their only thought was how to pose
 And as their failure he was something good...
 She roomed and boarded him for years
 She was supported in her fears
 She was a ruby in his shoe
 His neck was red enough for two
 She had dreams all of her own
 She'd tell him that soon on the phone
 She wasn't ever coming back
 She was never bored she would give him that
 He came home drunk out of his head
 Except she wasn't there to steer
 He needed her to find the bed
 She left the Airstream running clear
 She had a reconstructed life
 With no regrets to speak of
 Seems she was not the docile type
 Without a recipe for sweet love
 She had a reconstructed fate