© 1998 Laurel Michaels

When we met, you had a heartache close behind
Still you couldn’t keep your hand from mine
So we laughed, and we shared a glass of wine
Part one of the three part slide

Part two, I hear you speak her name
The stones are still warm from that flame
But the sad in your eyes is from crying blind
Coming up against the three part slide

Between me and her and get away I’m fine
The anger comes and goes just like the tide
You’re on your own, swinging wide and high
Striking out on the three part slide

Part three, lick your wounds and take your time
In that cocoon, you let the present pass you by
Love would come, but you let the lightning die
No thunder at the end of the three part slide
Between me and her and get away I’m fine
No thunder at the end of the three part slide