Jim Yoshii Pile-up King Rides By
If time had a place,
a space for your past,
like a little novel
you wanted to read again and again,
would I be in your novel?
Would I begin and end in it?
If I had a space,
a place for your little boy eyes,
could you really believe?
I certainly dare you.
I do not want to scare you
anymore
Oh what a fuss when the king rides by
Oh what a fuss when the king rides
straight through my heart,
straight through my love
I need your love
more than you’ll ever know.
A light kiss,
a touch of your hand
like a million things I will never understand
Oh what a fuss
when the king trades in
Oh what a fuss
when the king trades
all of my love
for someone else’s hand
I need your love
more than you’ll ever know
You don’t miss your water
until your well is gone.