Reminders Of Red

We're a mountain
Under an incredible sky
Proud beneath the stars
That hold a light we follow
On a road with potholes
We seek to avoid
But which we drive down anyway
And sometimes we stopped in motels
And you placed your red shoes
On the mat, and slept in a bed
And I grabbed a bottle,
And got out of my head.
And smashed the bar up
When it was closing time
Then let myself in
And pretended you're mine.
And come the next morning
With my vague regret
My mind was filled up with
Reminders of red.
And I checked out, handed in the keys
And drove away,
With wipers on full speed.
And the crying water
In the potholes stood
As metaphors
for tears of me.