Going to Scotland

There was a barn owl trapped in the rafters
 The ground underneath us was wet and cold
 We'd heard the owl thrashing about, trying desperately to get out
 We stood outside and watched the night unfold
 We watched the sun go down on Scotland
 And I watched the moon come up over you
 When a pack of dogs went silently past us, we knew we'd been given fair warning
 But that was the only thing we knew
 And you threw all your luggage out onto the water
 And I tore the shirt away from my back
 The cold came on with a new found intensity and you pressed your warm body against me
 And I loved you so much it was making me sick
 We watched the sun go down on Scotland
 We were glad that we'd left Oklahoma behind
 I took your hips in my hands and I threw you down to the new found, rich brown, deep, wet ground
 Had a vision of you burning on my mind
 We watched the sun go down on Scotland
 And I watched the moon come up over you
 When a pack of dogs went silently past us, we knew we'd been given fair warning
 But that was the only thing we knew