Georgia

Savannah, I hope to be there by the morning and see the pine transforming into the arms of the Georgia sun. I'd love to feel heat the sun rise, brushing rays across my windshield as it dries the streams from off my face. And I know you'll be there because you'll know I'll want you to be there and we'll say hello as you're smiling in love and we'll sigh so relieved because we will both know by tonight and feel normal again. We sum up perfection like a handbook and God knows it all too well. Everything makes sense when you're with me. We'll walk out into the sultry evening, cotton breathing when the sea winds brush the hair down around your neck. You hold my hand like it's the first time, the feelings that are hard to find will be just what we expect. Baby, it's all I can do to thank you, because every time you wrap those arms around me, I felt I was home because everything makes sense when you're with me.