every time
I’d visit Michigan
in the summer
I’d invite you
you’d remind me
that you’ve never been
yet
and you’d say
I can’t this year
maybe next time
Baby
every time we talked
about my dream
of retiring to Michigan
you’d remind me
that you’ve never been
and I would say
yet
well
I’m headed to Michigan
tomorrow
and it just hit me
that
I can’t invite you
this year
it’s too late
and
I can’t invite you
with me when I retire
to Michigan
in four years
to start my dream of
a house on a lake
with an art center
it breaks my heart
that we
missed the chance
and
that you’re
never going to
make it
to Michigan
I’ll just have
to take you there
in my heart
