Ode To Loving A Travelling Musician

Yellow skies and interstates
Green eyes and movie dates
Holding hands out on the shoulder
Painting hearts around the boulder
Graffitying nature's walls
Late night hotel telephone calls
Blurry eyes and bitter lips
Tension in your hands on my hips
A cigarette tinged kiss
A drunken bliss
Smoking, getting fucked up
Eventually we all run out of luck
Should we turn around
Should I walk away
Shouldn't make a sound
Tell me why I should stay