The Other Side of Eddy

I know you. Well I thought I knew you, but what I see is not what they describe.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, “I want to get to know the other side.”

But roadblocks hinder me, and traffic stops like the city you're in.

And although we never let it burn, I can't seem to get over that bridge.

Bumpy roads lead me back to you. Make me want to take one less traveled.

Then I realize my kind doesn't get to breathe you, and in that moment my soul unravels.

All I get is the brick—the foundation, yet they reap the benefits of your pavement.

I've been saving myself for you—I’ve been saving. But no mortgage will soothe my complacence.

Lakefront properties of personalities and wrought iron gates to keep me from that alter—ego.

Copper-less inner workings is the feature film. I've watched it over, and boarded up windows was the preview.

I see the signs. I gravitate to you. But navigation leads me right.

I know my heart is where you are. I know my home is where your heart lies.

The real you never let me down, but there is something glamorous about the challenge.

That the sweet side of you could make us one is the thought that keeps my heart balanced.

An overpass may as well be 2300 miles. Segregation may as well rear its ugly head

If I can't be who you are, if I can't meet the other side of Ed.