Lonesome Hearts

He went three sheets to the wind
To 'scape the everyday cyclone,
Drowned his sorrows in the flask
In a fist that never loosened its grip.
Never once did he look behind him,
Never once looked ahead,
Never reached out his hands for help.
Her fingers twined with his anyway.

Running from life, running from truth,
She found quiet in a guitar's chords:
Letters spilled as harmony,
A verse without words.
Lost and insecure, she ran ahead, ahead, ahead,
Never looking back, never breaking her tread.
Not once did she stop her frantic race.
He stood beside her anyway.

So they run as they have done before
Lonely as ever, just not alone anymore.