Word Thingys: Salome Strangelove
Some of my favorite times were ones we spent in silence
In that hammock in the garden out beside the whitewash fence
Tethered by a thread of understanding harmonized
Lost in our own thoughts; you gave my butterflies butterflies
There was never any question
You were always my direction
The times when you were lonely
And I was there to hold your hand
The times when I was weak
And you were there to help me stand
Oh, when it all got crazy — the noise, the back and forth
You’d always say: “Let’s hide away. Come be my true north.”
Some of your favorite sins were the ones that made me drawl
That damn Midwest fascination with the way I say y’all
Always considered it a challenge to find a way to make me shy
Lost in the the blue moon light; you gave my butterflies butterflies
There was never any question
You were always my direction
The times when you were lonely
And I was there to hold your hand
The times when I was weak
And you were there to help me stand
Oh, when it all got crazy — the noise, the back and forth
You’d always say: “Let’s hide away. Come be my true north.”
Oh the secret to staying strong
Is the lighthouse you can lean upon
The giving tree to help you calibrate
The touchstone to share and fascinate
That soulmate, that soulmate, that soul’s mate
There was never any question
You were always my direction
The times when you were lonely
And I was there to hold your hand
The times when I was weak
And you were there to help me stand
Oh, when it all got crazy — the noise, the back and forth
You’d always say: “Let’s hide away. Come be my true north.”