Met her at the bar,

bundled up against the winter winds,

I looked into her brown eyes,

she wiped her nose on the sleeve of her sweater.

Her car blew up somewhere on the Pike,

her life blew up somewhere down the road,

she wanted me to take her home with me,

part of me wanted to kiss her sweet lips.

She stole my stuff,

almost stole my heart,

and left town for a new life not here,

somewhere else.

Sometimes I wish,

I was somewhere else.