Preacher Man

And then it is Monday, and the magic is over, the freedom has finished and we all latch ourselves back onto the corporate dog collar and leash and tow the line, so much so, that if we were a religious type, which of course we are not, because we are not lacking in thought and gazing backwards, we’d possibly be looking for…

The only boy who could ever reach me, was the son of a preacher man.

The only boy who could ever teach me, was the son of a preacher man.

Yes he was, he was, ooh, yes he was (yes he was)

How well I remember

The look that was in his eyes

Stealin' kisses from me on the sly

Takin' time to make time

Tellin' me that he's all mine

Learnin' from each other's knowin'

Lookin' to see how much we've grown and

The only boy who could ever reach me, was the son of a preacher man

The only boy who could ever teach me, was the son of a preacher man

Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.

Then the doorbell rang. I went and answered it, I wasn’t expecting anyone.

On the other side of the door was a 25 year old with shaggy blond hair and blue eyes and dimples.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi,” he replied. “I’m Billy Ray.”

“Hi Billy Ray.” What a great smile, I thought. "I'm Jeremy."

“I’ve got my car out the front,” said Billy Ray. “It’s a convertible.”

“Okay,” I said.

“But we could go walkin? Perhaps, you would prefer to go walkin?”

“Walkin’ sounds great,” I said. “There is a park out behind this place.”

“Out through the back yard,” he said. “We'd go walkin'?”

“Yeah, sure,” I replied.” Then he looked me in the eye with his beautiful blue eyes and I forgot what we were doing altogether.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” I said. I’m not ashamed to say I was just a little mesmerised.

Then he lent in a kissed me, unexpectedly, although not entirely unwanted. “Everything’s alright,” he asked?

“I just have to get my house key,” I said. “Come in, come in.”

“Nice place you got here.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“Take your time,” he said. “I’m just enjoying the view.” 

I found my key then looked back at him, and he was looking at me.

“Can we get away?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure, let's go.” I kind of nodded with my head. “This way.”

We cross over my hallway to go to the back door to head out that way. He looked down the hallway and said, “What’s down there?”

“The bathroom. Do you wanna go before we leave?”

“No, it’s okay,” he said. “What else?”

“What else?”

He nodded with his head again. “Down there?”

“Just my bed room.”

“Just your bedroom,” he repeated.

“Yes,” I said. I opened the back door. “You coming?”

“Yeah, er, I’d like to.”

We stepped out into my garden. “Lots of pot plants,” he said. “You the gardener?”

“Yes.”

“Green fingers?”

“Mossy,” I said.

He laughed.

We exited through the gate in my back fence out onto the vast reserve behind.

“Wow! This is great,” he said.

“Yeah, it is the main reason I bought the house.”

“I can see why,” he said.

We walked and walked.

How well I remember 

the look that was in his eyes

as we walked under those blue eyes

Stealin' kisses from me on the sly

I didn’t mind, I can’t deny.

Takin' time to make time

Tellin' me that he's all mine

Learnin' from each other that afternoon

Lookin' to see each other soon.

The thing I learned though, was, oh, swoon…

The only one who could ever reach me

Was the son of a preacher man

The only boy who could ever teach me

Was the son of a preacher man

Yes, he was, he was, ooh, Lord knows, he was (yes, he was)