Knots

It was early in the morning, We were sitting on the stoop, There wheeled away a starling And I thought that I would too. Oh for all I knew, I was lost through and through, In my high heels and my old dress With my new keys in the wrong city. I tie the knots to remember in my heart, So I choke and I sputter to a stop, I am a borrower and lender of the lot. I walk away asleep And chalk an outline round the scene. This shadow play of whiskey talk, A heavy denier dream. Oh let it be, I was lost in him and me. In my high heels and my old dress With my new keys in the wrong city. I tie the knots to remember in my heart, So I choke and I sputter to a stop, I am a borrower and lender of the lot.