You Might Already Know
Dan Wriggins
Junk on the table, and my work gloves
I ate in the kitchen, standing up
You sent me a picture, you were looking alright
It’s hard to make out the ocean at night
I’m sending back a message
You might already know what it’s gonna say
Sheets of typar move in the breeze I’m singing the same song:
Come home, stay with me
You found a portal to my world
And you walked right in
I didn’t think there was a door there
But apparently it’s wide open
I’m sending back a message
You might already know what it’s gonna say