104 Degrees

Dadd4 Dadd4 I saw her in a dream, Exiting the bookstore lobby Sitting on a bench on Baltimore and reading Murakami Dadd4/A Gadd9 Slick with salt beneath the sun, her hands now tying up her hair Bm One pair of deeply tinted shades reflects my unbelieving stare Gadd9 And at once, I am taken Dadd4 She asked me what I wanted as if one ever really knew and I said, "Dull domestication, free from pressure to pursue Dadd4/A Gadd9 Another love, another touch, another entire conversation" Bm And then she shut her novel sharply and proposed a new location Gadd9 And at once, I obliged Dadd4 Details for a new protest adorn white printer paper flyers She says, "I feel so old admitting counter-culture makes me tired" Dadd4/A Gadd9 She leads me into the café, her intention is exact Bm It is 104 degrees, she takes her coffee hot and black Gadd9 And at once, I am entranced Dadd4 She suggests we settle down, meaning, settle down for good She knows the perfect place on Martha Street in her old neighbourhood Dadd4/A Gadd9 and then a taxi sounds a horn and it is full of all our things Bm And it is parked outside the café and the driver sounds incredibly Gadd9 Impatient Dadd4 When we merge onto the freeway, she rolls her window down completely The driver dials into a station and then she smiles at me discreetly Dadd4/A Gadd9 She says, "I love this song" then turns away and tracks the clouds Bm Gadd9 The driver curses with conviction while "Heavy Metal Drummer" plays us out Gadd9