you stick to my brain
like this bug sticks to my windshield
as i drive through ohio
I stop to get gas
scrape the guts off of the glass
and you're somewere in chicago
and i wonder what its like to dance with you
and i wonder what its like to make love to you
well i'm almost to detroit
and i'm such a happy boy
because you text me happy birthday
i say i'm 26 today and you say "oh you're such a young thing"
and my mind begins to wonder, does she see me like her brother?
is age really just a number? will she feel weird when i hug her?
and does she wonder what its like to dance with me?
does she wonder what its like to make love to me?
when we finally meet again
we drink olive juice and gin
and we sit and talk and smile
we go to your place from the bar
and you hand me hyde's guitar
and i sing to you for a while
then i ask you if you'd like to dance with me
the i ask you if you'd like to make love to me