chasin after the girl next door

right after school, at 3:24
every day she'd go past my front door
sometimes skipping, or hopping over cracks
or kneeling to write with the chalk in her hand

she'd stop at my drive, glance over at me --
give a little wave, almost too small to see
then run away with laughter in her eyes
took way too long for me to realize
this was a game of chase
and I was it
and that look on her face
was really just askin
would i be the one
to chase after the girl next door
summer came, and by the 4th of July
Playing in Iowa corn more than knee high
leaves rustled, wind in the corn stalks hissed
brushed back her hair and gave me a kiss
i knew
this was a game of chase
and I was it
and that look on her face
was really just askin
would i be the one
to chase after the girl next door
As we grew up, other boys came around
before graduation, my folks moved to another town
wasn't sure if I would see her one more time
waved goodbye, promised to drop a line

saw her last week, asked why she was alone
told her all the things I had done wrong
soon we were laughing and holding hands
and that's when i started to understand
this was a game of chase
and I was it
and that look on her face
was really just askin
would i be the one
to chase after the girl next door

should've never given up
should've never stopped
should've kept going until I dropped
but now I'm gonna be the one
to catch the girl next door
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Anonymous said…
This is so innocently sweet!

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