I wonder
I am walking along a wide, empty street
In this small country town
The moths are circling crazy in the streetlights
Out of the corner of my eye
I see her sitting on the verandah steps
Knees under her chin, gazing out into the night
Overhead, above the glare of the road
A million stars are shining brightly
And I wonder
I can't help but wonder
As I walk past the house I can smell frangipani in the air
A faint breeze shuffles the leaves
Throwing light onto the pink hibiscus print
On her summer dress
Is it a silent invitation or fates tragic temptation?
Doesn't seem to matter much
I drop my eyes to the ground
And walk on into the night
And I wonder
I can't help but wonder
I sit, huddled alone, here on the old porch steps
The sting of his insults gradually fading
The trees rustle in the breeze
The sound simmers with the silence
Out in the night Pleiades creeps higher in the sky
Like those seven sisters I dream of escape & freedom
Down on the road I see a shadow, slowly moving
Head down, something is vaguely familiar, curious
And I wonder
I can't help but wonder