I Will Meet You There Lyrics

I am a woman of simple taste, really

I like when a Georgia heartache calls me sweet girl

When he appears out of nowhere, rolling up on his motorcycle, the Alpha type

His hands tangled up in my hair

I like getting him riled up when I don't follow his direction

I like the sensual flash in his eyes when I refuse to listen

I like a witty blonde thing with lightning bolt earrings who snapped my heart in two without so much as blinking

A year later and I'm still getting aftershocks from her electricity

I guess it never would have worked

She liked to go to brunch while I liked to stay home and fuck

I like the idea of a man writing letters to me

Just like Hunter S. Thompson in Big Sur, 93, I like the all-observing eyes of a troubled writer

I swear nothing in this world gets my heart beating faster

I like to leave and have them chase me

There is no use for your pride here

There's a soul in there under all that skin and bone, baby

I want you to show it to me

I like lines so expertly crafted they appear to be glowing

Syllables so perfectly placed that they read like a river that's flowing

If you read that back over, you will see what I mean

I am a woman of simple taste, really

While I have enjoyed putting my hands into the cookie jar

what I like most is building a home inside the gorgeous complexity of the human heart

I like to wake up in a poet's bed

That hazy blue in-between

You must know the place well

The transient space between wake and half-sleep

Where I can still smell the violets that bloom in my dreams

The few precious moments in which responsibility releases me

When we have yet to become the person the world expects us to be

I like when his palms find the curve of my waist as he pulls himself to me

Each kiss down my spine carves a soliloquy

Whoever and wherever you are

If you promise to wait for me

I will meet you there