Hotel Room in Kansas

How lucky I am to have
a Happiest Day of My Life.
When the wretched world has me
beaten down on a bloodied knee
I'll find peace thinking back to
that hotel room in Kansas, with you.

Middle of nowhere, nothing to see;
best thing about it is you and me.
We drove 1,000 miles and more
just to meet at the hotel door.

Saw you for the first time (this time)
already knew you'd be mine (next time too)
that green aura and hair I couldn't miss;
right then I knew you'd be my last kiss.

Now we're back at our start
2,000 miles, too far apart
with work to do, plans to make.
Despite the time we have to take
I'll find peace thinking back to
that hotel room in Kansas, with you.

Never think you're really alone,
we're not long from our home
at the foot of mountain ranges
housing friends, once strangers.

Rocking chairs on rural porches
far from fascists' tiki torches.
When the world starts to burn,
hand in hand we'll wait our turn.

Now that I'm back out West,
Time sets a wretched test.
When I left this was home base,
now its just another place.
I'll find peace thinking back to
that hotel room in Kansas, with you.

When my world goes dark,
battles leaving heavy marks,
that warm forest waits for me
Rays of light through sturdy trees
I've found peace reaching out to
my heart's green home, it's you.