I met a woman from North California,
and she told me her story of
when she was a girl.

I met a man who’d been in a thousand fights
and only kissed one woman.

I met a boy with dreams so big
that nothing could fit him and
so he walked naked.

I saw the prettiest pair of eyes
with a color so pure
mine felt like sin.

And I loved a person with
a soul so aching
that I was put out of my misery
with her silence that rang
through my heart like a
double barreled shotgun.