Thinking too much on the No.7 bus

Remembering the morning rays;
first days of summer.  Ocean air
locks fingers with heaven scent 
On the 7 bus to the Regency.
with you sitting next to me.
We split the price of a popcorn;
I forget what we went there to see.
but I kissed you, half on
your mouth and your chin as
the theater lights dimmed
and you swallowed your gum when you
laughed and you leaned to get closer to me.

All of these memories
start me to thinking
and that’s the worst place
to run around free.
Go thinking too much
and I start sinking deeper
than is safe for a
lonely man like me.

Cold winds were whipping the palms
by their roots till they Tango’ed;
entangled, like sprung guitar strings.
I was watching you taxi, never
thought you’d get airborne
with little more than will power
and blind faith for wings

All of these memories
start me to thinking
and that’s the last place
that I ought to be.
Go thinking too much
and I start sinking deeper
than is wise for a lonely man to be.
Does it ever get easier
wishing the ‘what if’s’ away?
And could I be any stronger
If I wasn't so sure I was wrong?
But the dark nights unravel
whenever my thoughts go astray.
The dark nights are endless
whenever my thoughts find that day:
And remember the morning rays;
first days of summer.  Ocean air
locks fingers with heaven scent 
You sitting next to me
on the 7 bus to the Regency. 
You sitting next to me
on the 7 bus to the Regency.
You sitting next to me.