best friend money can buy

we drank as much as we could

and she drank more than she should. we stumbled out of this cheap whiskey bar

and that is the story so far. guided by the dim streetlights

we walked through the black harbour night. no people

no passing car

well

that is the story so far. she thinks she smells the northland snow

and she's as glad as i to go

her very bolts are sick for shore

and i- i want it ten times more. she silenced her mouth when i asked for her name

she asked me to please do the same. she said it's all written in the stars

and that is the story so far. but she whispered her name when i kissed her goodbye

her voice stained by whiskey and tar. she went back to where she belonged

and i -

i went back to the bar.