She Always Gets Nice Weather
She get’s nice weather when she walks through my mind The clouds burn off with her skin’s golden shine Even clear skies betray their own blue And borrow warm yellows that remind me of you My pulse fails to match with her whimsical pace And her visage obscures those footprints past traced The streets are unnamed, for the road she has parted Carrying my thoughts to places uncharted It’s silly to think, even crazier to say You’re sometimes asleep when your walk makes my day Because each time I find myself thinking of you I get to enjoy the nice weather too