looking at the time
in the middle of the night
clock's ticking like a time bomb
i could wonder about
the whens and the whys
but i just don't and i'd rather not
i sit down in the old armchair
steaming hot coffee in hand
it's either too late or too soon
still thinking about
the one with the big heart and
the contagious smile
words thrown in like ping-pong shots
a soul like no other
some say old
some say strong
intense and ever lasting
like a dance on a hot summer night
i take another sip in silence
wherever you are now
i just hope you're still dancing
