Dries

I wish a room full of you. I cut out my favorites: blue eyes, wallet sized. I can dream in black and white. There's nothing else we can do, so girl I'm thinking maybe it's all right if I give you some time, because a heart swells right up when it tries. And a tear might fall but it dries. I could wish you my best. We could fill up the bottles again and relax and forget and pretend. Or we sould just drive out west with some cash and a camera, and hope the drive will somehow make it all right