Wish I could tell you...and the list goes on

Big Jims is cupped in my palm.
Gary Allan is weaving through my ears.
"Decorah Wrestling" is on my upper thigh.
And I look for the sparkle in the sky.

"It's Great to Be a Hawkeye" was at a bar and on a license plate.
That milk top still rests in my car.
Will Ferrel and Vince Vaughn were gagging.
And I wait to hear you laughing.

"King" is for "Kirk" while playing Terets.
Sweet mustaches are everywhere.
The songs "Notion" and "The Fixer" would be on repeat.
And I see you at the computer singing with a treat.

The nickname Hero is still on Hearts.
The second Flight of the Conchords released.
At work I shared an earbud.
And I feel your temple next to mine thud.

Went to Carl's Place and pictured the TP dress.
Somebody had uneven headphones too.
My mom made sugary sweet potatoes.
And I hear you chomping and saying its gross.

I scrub with the Irish Spring.
My co-worker has eczema.
Metcalf saved the Iowa vs Iowa State meet.
And I see you alternating and bouncing on your feet.