Craig Cardiff Follow

The bus stopped in Brandon, miles from Ithaca

At the coffeeshop to pour the people out

To drink all the coffee read through the papers

About the famous coming out

The couple two rows up from the left didn't move

As I passed they just lay sleeping in

To one another the way birds cluster

Together when facing wind

Oh, and she was like a camera

And he a B film

Both pretty faced, but hard

From smoking too much

And waiting too long

And from all the things that life does to break your heart

I told you so - don't say I didn't tell you so

I listened to them all the way westbound

Wnder gold blankets and blue fields

With our sally ann jackets, pillows and backpacks

she turned into him like a shield

From the story of Santa Claus,

Drunk, stuck in the chimney

To the deer they lost making them fly

And how B.B. King rode the bus

To his gig because he was broke

And how sometimes its ok to cry

And I swear it rains there all the time, she says

First thing we'll find a room and keep dry

Oh, we'll find a bed and put us in it

And it will feel like home in no time

Oh, well, if there is not much more than this

Then i'd like to share it with you.

With your hundred dollars

And my hundred dollars

I'm sure, sure, sure that we'll pull through

I told you so,

Don't say I didn't tell you so

Well, i told you so, like i had to go