Casiotone For The Painfully Alone When The Bridge Toll Was A Dollar
i reached into my wallet
i pulled out one single crisp clean dollar bill
i handed it to you
i watched as you adjusted your sun visor
to keep the glare out of your eyes
then you rolled down your window
you paid the toll taker
as we drove away
i watched you push your hair behind your right ear
you turned to me & you smiled
in that smile was everything
you were all i'd ever wanted
