Wild Rosemarie - Ezra Furman, The Harpoons

I thought about water

I thought about the roads late at night

I thought about drinking

I started to hope you were all right

And I thought about calling

But I was afraid you’d be asleep

I thought about God as a shepherd

Wandering the hills looking for lost sheep

And I thought about Wild Rosemarie

How that was who you used to be

How the wilderness sprang up around us

This dry desert heat

And I thought about water

I thought about honey

How I used to call you by its name

How you move so slow and sticky

Down my throat and how dry I became

I thought about the highways

All tangled up like a ball of snakes

And the poison back roads

And what a long time it would take to find you

Wild Rosemarie

All cracked up on I-93

The choice was your own

To strip flesh from the bone

And become really free

And I thought about water

How it drowned us after all

How we used to thirst for it

To burst forth from the sky and start to fall

And I just got scared

That you were still out wandering tonight

So here’s this letter

And I hope you made it back all right

Love always