Some Things I Save for Myself

[couchgrouch]

Some Things I Save for MyselfI remember takin' one of Daddy's beerswalkin' down to the old fishing pierwhere I'd practiced my Gibson for yearsunder the winking starsbut something about that tragic nightone of my heroes had just diedhis song "Imagine" somehow criedthrough my old guitarwhen I got back home, Dad was in the kitchen alonehe asked what song I'd learned, but I didn't say a wordcos some things I save for myselfand don't reveal to no one elsemoments that are treasures to memy soul never gives out the keythe wind won't whisper and time won't tellsome things I save for myselfme and Sally'd been on a few datesher kiss came slow but I was content to waitone night she took my hand when we got home latefrom the Tastee-Freezmy heartbeat on her darkened porchcould've stolen the thunder from a stormand her soft kiss could've robbed the warmthfrom the evening breezemost of my friends, asked how things wentbut I hid that night, somewhere deep insidecos some things I save for myselfand don't reveal to no one elsemoments that are treasures to memy soul never gives out the keythe wind won't whisper and time won't tellsome things I save for myselfa sentimental song, a youthful kissI believe my shadow isthe best one to share them withcos some things I save for myselfand don't reveal to no one elsemoments that are treasures to memy soul never gives out the keythe wind won't whisper and time won't tellsome things I save for myself(c)2005 Robert George