joey

if i were born a boy, they were gonna call me Joey

once they got to know me

they all called me Joey

i would watch the lovers, to see which one i was

the boy puts his arm 'round the girl on the couch

so that’s what I’d dream of

a love I could touch

that could touch me

i hope i don’t exhaust you, like i exhaust myself

with the changing and the shifting

and becoming someone else

see, that’s the wrong me

not Joey, and not me

these long summer days

i'm old enough to love them

i’m lying on my back

and you are there above me

these short summer nights

i’m old enough to love them

i’m lying on my back

i try to let you come in

this is what she told me:
it’s me and it’s me only

who could be this kind of holy mix of me and Joey

so I grew up believing

the world was meant for me

and now I’m old enough to love

these fleeting summer evenings