arizona

I knew it was you
When I got the midnight call
False alarm
Down to where you’d gone
Across the ragged map
To where you called home

When peace is at a premium
There’s always a war
That can be started
And Arizona is for
The girls that couldn’t cut it in California

Coach call in a pinch hitter
I’ll sit this one out
And collect my thoughts
I haven’t solved the problem yet

The sweetness of your secrets
Sweet tests of your innocence
Searching through this crime scene
Everything to little pieces
Left high and out of reach

When I’ve used up the time that I’ve been given
Till I’m down to my last breath
And collected all the thoughts
Bottle up all my doubts
Save them for when the world is silent
Then scream at the top of my lungs

Can you hear me out there
Long past the point of truth
Can you get me out of here
And Arizona was made for you

© 2009 by Matt Bonham