What Girl Doesn't Love A Poet

Does it really matter what road your on?
Or that the leaves around you are dying?
That the stones are pulling at your feet?
Or that the birds are southward flying?
And you know, what girl doesn't love a poet?
And what boy doesn't love a girl?
What expectations do you put in your promises?
What sort of secrets can't you tell?
Does it really matter when you finally leave your lover?
When you finally hear the silent alarm?
Does it effect you when you sweep those dreams away?
Along with the tears and broken charms?
And you know that the skies are swallowing the days?
Like the days are stealing what little time we have
But c'mon what girl doesn't love a poet?
And what boy wouldn't love that girl?
Does it really matter that your spending the night alone?
Or that the old hotel ahead is a grave of lust and dust
Does it matter that its lights are fading like our looks
And like us the owner is a man whose past you can't really trust
And you know we like to think we know a lot about the world
But as cultured as we are we still can't cast the halcyon in gold
And you know there is a poet somewhere sitting in his empty room
And he knows there is a girl in a hotel, sighing, washing off the road