Telemark

When we walked across the shingle, did something happen, when you touched my hand?
I don’t understand
You asked me if I was single but I couldn’t speak because I was terrified; I just wanted to hide
What I really wanted was to lie and tell you I was available

You started writing but you gave me a number I couldn’t call; I didn’t want to lose everything
And, of course, it was inviting but I should’ve just run full speed out of there and just disappeared; that much is clear
And did I tell you that I was available?

And I would love to say I am but I’m trying hard not to be that man
Yes, I would love to say I can but I’m trying hard not to be that man

You said: “Up on the mountain, the snowfall gets later and later every year but winter is almost here”
I left you by the river side
You really knew exactly what to say but I still had to walk away because, even here in Telemark, I’m not available

And I would love to say I am but I’m trying hard not to be that man
Yes, I would love to say I can
I’m trying hard not to be that man