First Sight Kind of Love
Dark days in this corner bar.It so far offthe beaten path.It hasambience. Cigarettes and boozespilling on my shoesit hasambience. Across the roomI see the shadowswallowhalf of your faceand my mind starts to pace.It does circlesand hurdles.Hoping for the light.Hoping for the sightto see throughthe darkened half. The jazz is playing.The piano is sayingwords.The bassist getting hers.The smoke seems to thicken. To be stricken,It's a moment.You have to hold itor it can turn into frenzy. It can turn into love.First sight kind of love.Dynamite kind of love.And liquor won't help,it just brings you to brave.'Til you just can't behave.And the darkness still consumeshalf of your face. Hello.Two syllable word,why can't I say it?Hello.You seem lovely tonight.Why can't I say it?JUST LET GO! As the drummer ups the tempoand the sultry singer steps slowto the mic.The moment is right...half your face dayThe other half night.Of which glimpses I seeby your cigarette light. But the fightis too strong.I waited too long.And as I standthe bandends the song.