Laura Hadley Daniel Johnston

We met when we were kids and I noticed her right away
We went bowling with the gang
What a sweet girl she was

I put my hand on hers in a moment of a spur
And spoke poetry of the moon
It seemed appropriate

But later we seemed embarrassed but from then on
No matter where we went, the moon was there to remind us

When I had my nervous breakdown, she seemed to blame herself
She wanted to reach out to me
But there was nothing she could do to help

She blossomed into a beauty which I had much expected
And I grew shy and quiet
And noisy in the head

Once at last inspired, I tried to impress her
Rambling jokes and acting silly was no act
I bumped her once by accident
And shot, much to my surprise, electric thunderbolts jumping from her eyes

Years passed and no progress, just unspoken promises
We had made to each other
In a glimpse, in a moment, with our eyes