Lover, take my hands and tie me
With chafing, metaphorical ropes.
Don't let me chase my dreams,
Please keep me from my hopes.

Truth is, if you weren't here,
I'd just seek money and renown.
I'd pack my car, point it south,
And leave this stinkin' backwoods town.

See, I'd go be rich and famous,
I'd prove everybody wrong.
I'd be the next Bette Davis,
To my public, I'd belong.

I'd be a grand performer,
I'd be the cause of barroom fights.
Just wait and see, my name will be
The next big thing in lights!

I'm sorry, was I daydreaming?
My mind ran away once more.
That's why I said to tie me down,
Keep me sitting here on the floor.

I want to travel this wide world,
I want to do great things!
You're the only one who holds me back -
Stop me from these silly flings!

All my life has been burning desire
For those "great things" I sought to do.
But when I look at you, I see the truth;
Darling, my "great thing" . . . is you.

© P.M. Turner