Wonder-eyed

1
You're a tourist,
bugs on the front window,
Fremont Street bright

and busy, Saturday
Night is All Right for
Fighting.

And the illusion,
the illusion is plain,
Washington's rain outweighs

the forever droughts
and the flip flops of in-
season Vegas.

2
Ambulance cries--
Saturday morning 445am,
waiting for the wonder-eyed girl.

3
Brush through the Fremont
crowd together, you trip
me in my flip-flops, we laugh.

4

I'm the kind of guy
to make out with while
listening to Snow Patrol.


5
The illusion, the illusion
is plain, our lives tangled
telephone wire,

we're sitting on a couch
in your backyard, smoking
a joint and

I realize I'm waiting,
always waiting for the
wonder-eyed girl.