Eleven honest and uncomplicated poems of love remembered, love lost, and settling for no love at all.
The unfoldable distance between two lovers, an ocean growing between you, a glove compartment filled with traces of lost loves, a bookshelf of books on past relationships, the house you made for your family passing on to the next bride, the sound of settling, a hickey that you thought would never fade, throwing away your porn magazines cos they can't compare, steamy nights in the back of cars and pointing at stars from the passenger seat on the long drives home, is he a shooting star or your sattellite?
Then i could travel just by folding a map
No more airplanes, or speed trains, or freeways
There'd be no distance that could hold us back.
This is fact not fiction
For the first time in years
all the girls in every girlie magazine
Can't make me feel any less alone
I'm reaching for the phone
The glove compartment is inaccurately named
And everybody knows it.
So i'm proposing a swift orderly change.
Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm
And all i find are souvenirs from better times
Before the gleam of your taillights fading east
To find yourself a better life.
Baa bah, this is the sound of settling
Baa bah, baa bah
I need you so much closer