Does this trip start in you
or spring somewhere in me
there is an urgency of need
I can't seem to abandon

Fingers on the button
clawing at your door, heart beating
will you answer all this longing
let me cross the line, trespassing

Calling by, I'm calling by
that ancient question in my eye
and you can tell, you can smell
that I've been drinking 
but you know me
you know me
you know I don't act without reason
a song as old as time
sung by my insides

You don't close the door on me
you don't tell me to go back to her
just study the mat for a half-minute
then shake your head, crack a smile
'we're trespassers' you say
leading me up the stairs

I've been longing for this thing
I've been looking for what's been missing
I've been down a few roads now
you're the only way that works
you're the only way I know

Sunday morning
there's no escaping
it's written every way I turn
trespassing
this foreign skin
how madly I wanted to...

You're the only road I know
trespassing
the only road I know
trespassing your skin
the only road I know

(Jan, 2017, for AC)