It isn’t working out. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out. I have a license. The license makes no difference, not after the love runs out. The vows mean nothing after the love runs out. Sometimes the love just dies. It was ‘til death do you part’. So I’m parting.
And I run to you.
There’s my family to think of. Family makes no difference. I find myself edgy, impatient, and mean-spirited. I spend my days longing. I can’t get you off my mind. I decide to engineer a fight with my woman. When it works, I use the excuse to walk out on my officially-certified, legal-papered, church-married, and rice-pelted woman. I say I have reasons, men always say they have reasons.
It may be raining. Rain makes no difference. A blizzard will not deter me, nor the strongest typhoon. I’ll be with you come Hell or high water. I’ll travel untold miles and not count them, they mean nothing. I’ll talk for hours on the phone and think its mere minutes. I’ll mail thousands of e-mails, literally thousands of e-mails. I’ll thirst for the sound of your voice with its own particular music. I’ll post hand-written letters and lie in wait for the mailman knowing he carries your replies. I’ll search for Wet and Wild lipstick prints on your purple stationary and adore them knowing your mouth is just the right size for truly passionate kissing. I’m hooked and I know it. A man knows when he can’t get enough when it gnaws at him like an empty stomach, and growls like a hungry lion in heat. It never stops. It never lets up. It’s a bad case this time. A chronic case of wanting a woman has stricken me. I am convinced that I’m suffering, so I suffer like crazy.
I have heart-aches and fever and am convinced that you, only you, have the permanent cure. It’s inescapable. More than that, it’s Kismet, and the fact that your coconut-brown eyes are the only ones worth looking into for a man who wants to envision both heaven and hell in one lifetime, understand suffering, experience ecstasy, and live among the softer angels.
So I run to you.
http://youtu.be/vmrHq_EYH0o Run to You En Rage
Thank you Bryan Adams, for the song.