True

I would have called it love,
he would have called it paying close attention
Who's to say that we were either of us wrong?
There was a time when he could call me after midnight
From a hotel room somewhere in the middle of somewhere
and ask what I had on
And I'd tell him the truth, convincingly
The devil's in the details and the devil's in the deal, religiously
And there were moments I could almost believe
He was nearer than long distance, my god, to thee

All that dangerous stuff, risk and dare and rush
And a prayer of follow through
The secret ways I wanted you
It's all still true, it's all still true, it's all still true

There was a stormy Tuesday in a northern west coast town
He was heading somewhere; I was burning time on the road
We spent the afternoon in a rental car driving around
Like kids with nowhere to go
In the parking lot at the Value Thrift
We fell together across the bucket seats and the gearshift
I tried to tell him how he made me feel
I said — it doesn't come along this real

All that dangerous stuff, risk and dare and rush
And a prayer of follow through
The secret ways I wanted you
It's all still true, it's all still true, it's all still true

The night he called me up and told me it was over
I heard trouble in the street,
angry shouting, breaking glass, cries for help
I sat there in the dark while the sirens screamed
And the whole world went to hell
And I thought about the book he gave me in Vancouver
With the crossroads on the cover,
I thought — if this night is ever over
I think I'd better go and read that book
And then I'd better go and look for another lover

All that dangerous stuff, risk and dare and rush
And a prayer of follow through
The secret ways I wanted you
It's all still true, it's all still true, it's all still true

©2000 Annie Gallup