Do you dance on your tip toes for him
with your hands clasped tight under your chin.
With that smile on your face
that'll make his love bloom
like logs stirred in some dying blaze.
While i'm playing solitaire,
or trying to,
through this drunken haze.

Does he cradle your head in his arms
keep the light on so the dark cannot harm.
Do you talk about food
and the kinds you'd consume
on each continent as your passing through.
While i'm playing solitaire
drinking and thinking of you.