Derailed

Late nights with good friends
easy laughter rollin' strong and free
accompanying naughty innuendo
- hey babe, your panties or mine?

Flash and click goes the camera
good thing we're all hams
occasionally starting to feel my age
but not when we're together.

Sometimes I feel like a teenager
all over again, almost invincible
- slow me down, pump my brakes
gentle reminders that flesh is tender.

When the shit really hits the fan
I like to think we would all duck
leave no one standing in the path
glaringly absent of resistance.

Perhaps I think too much
train of thought derailed, rambling
but when it comes right down to it
adventures are so crucial.

I could give up, slow down, shuffle
through a somnambulist life
but really this girl would rather
take the mountains and valleys.

For all they're worth, I take them
cherish and nurture - hold 'em dear
we never know which may be our last
so I want them all to be exceptional.