We'd just pulled out of Salinas The devil at our backs Leonard was singing about his Torn blue dirty mac We'd had some heated argument Bout which exit to take And I didn't know yet, that Your fight club was a fake I didn't know what I didn't know About you Yet We pulled onto the 101 Seemed we were much bigger Than the road was long And the overhang threatened to Push us into the sea I told you I didn't like driving across water And you told me you had a daughter And were married to someone Who wasn't me And I didn't know what I didn't know About you Yet We weren't sure the bridge was open But we drove onto it almost hoping We would launch into the sea You said you couldn't be with me Because I was an addict and you could see I was going to drag you into the waves Oh I didn't know I didn't know About you Yet It didn't seem like a fair exchange All my longing for your pain And all my trust for each of your lies I gave you love You threw it back I opened my eyes Cut you some slack And my affection for you grew in stony ground But I didn't know oh I didn't know About you Yet A little blue house next to a satanic shrine Slowly you put your hand in mine And allowed yourself to trust me I begged you to let love be But you kept trying to set me free And the walls kept closing in On what I didn't know What I didn't know About you Yet. Sometimes you don't get a choice I almost lost you I heard a voice Tell me what I didn't know We pulled together Torn apart Two bodies One bloodied heart Forged in abject pain and misery But we didn't know We didn't know About us Yet Now our love is straight and true I know you, you know me too We bounce across this confused land This country wasn't made for you or me And this guitar won't resurrect anarchy But we might steal a few more days To find what we didn't know What we didn't know About life, yet Oh what we didnt know What we didn't know Yet.
Fabulous read … I love your writing.
Thank you, Donna. I love writing creatively, perhaps more than my review pieces, but it is so raw, makes me vulnerable.
Sounds like a love story that has gone bad and back to a good love story. About two very different people learning about each other; the good, the bad and the ugly.
I used to love him very much, sweetie. I’m way too kind about him really…it is strange to re read how much I cared and loved. He let me down totally. xxxhug xx