I see a girl at the party
She's just sitting there alone
Staring into nothing
So I feel the intense urge to go up
And ask her
"Are you okay?"
To which she responds
"Yeah, this is just me"

I go back
And start dancing again
Waving my hands the way everyone else does
But I know it's not me

I dance alone
In the shower, in my bedroom or in my backyard in the rain
While listening to old music
And genuinely smiling

To a woman i am long in due what lovers call a rendezvous.

For love sakes i cry a cry or two, too old  for romance
my heart and strange it grew
for the world to confess.

But a fool fooling himself
he could ever have
what a chance of hope
with a woman like you.

Still what a man so hard to be
tend to keep to themselves,
many the hearts in the world
still it was mine, she walked in kicking her highheels off
poor little rich girl style.

Women im long in due of care and love i continue if just
even worlds apart in doing
What is said, the impossible.