the bus stopped in brandon miles from ithica
at the coffeeshop to pour the people out
to drink all the coffee read through the magazines

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


she was like a camera 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
under gold blankets and blue fields

with our sally ann jackets, pillows and backpacks
he turned into her like a shield


from the story of santa claus drunk stuck in the chimney
to the deer they lost making them fly
and how bb 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
o we'll find a bed and put us in it
it will feel like home in no time


what if there is not much more than this
i'd like to share it with you.

with your 100$ dollars and my 100$ dollars i'm sure...
sure... sure that we'll pull through
i told you so

don't say i didn't tell you so.