I walked out the door I thought I knew
But could I walk out with you
Fly out to New York 
And the fork 
In the road as it splits in two
Is just a bend when I’m with you 
And you locked the gate on your way out 
Enough to fill me with surreptitious doubt
As I wondered what could he mean
When he says he is caught in the dream
Does he not want to wake up
Why does he push away my love 
When I let it be seen so clear
Does he not know I hold him dear 
Or does he venom the rejection
When I failed to make a selection
When he offered me grey, green and yellow
I never was one to be mellow
Always verdant but fiery red 
And I never had him in my bed
But I still wish I could see
His unbridled eternity 
Burn with a ferocity untamed
You don’t know a think when its named 
And I know he found it with her
But I trust the weather
To bring back the storm
That keeps my blood warm
As I stand at the outpost
As white as a ghost