I Thought You Were God

[Bb]Storeman, your eyes all watery w[Eb]hite.
"Another l[F]ong long night?" and you say
"Be caref[Bb]ul riding that boy's bike in the d[Eb]ark." [F]
"Don't worry, I'm not going fa[Gm]r."

I was ve[Eb]ry very yo[F]ung and terribly in lo[Gm]ve
and [Eb]not yet kno[F]wing that love alone may n[Gm]ot be enoug[Eb]h
to[F] undo all the silly things I t[Gm]hought.     [Eb]
[F]I thought you were God[Bb].

The night sky is peeling back her sheets.
And the linen is lavender and underneath it
I ride your bike, bike bars cutting into my crotch.
I stand up and power-pedal on.

I was very, very young and terribly in love,
not yet knowing that love alone may not be enough
to counter all the stupid things I thought.
I thought you were God.

And I, I believed in you.

We still talk, we still talk quite a lot
since the alarming discovery that you were never God and
we still love, but the laughter's more sincere,
'cause it's speckled with your tears.

You were so young and terribly in love,
not yet knowing that love alone may not be enough
to undo all the secret things I thought.

I thought you were God.