Thats my desire


It was Wednesday evening
Like clockwork the old man
took his seat at his usual table
in the mostly empty
basement bar and ordered
two glasses of white wine
He put a quarter
Into the ancient Wurlitzer jukebox
full of records from another time.
Patsy Cline always Patsy
sprang into romantic melody
Her sentimental tones filled
The room in gentle sweetness
The years melted like ice in spring.

To spend one night with you,
in our old rendezvous
And reminisce with you,
that's my desire

It was thier song
It was here he always took her

dancing talking falling in love.
Every possible Wednesday.
Right up to the time heavens
whispers called to her she
followed their haunting sounds
and they took her away from him.

So long ago now
so very long ago.
Patsy crooned softly as always

To meet where gypsies play,
Down in that dim cafe
And dance till break of day,
that's my desire

Then as he fell almost into a dream
She took his hand as usual
He stepped into her arms
And they were young once more.
and so in love.
They danced alone
on the small dance floor.
The outside world faded away.
Patsy joined them singing
So beautifully their song

We'll sip a little glass of wine,
I'll gaze into your eyes divine
I'll feel the touch of your lips,
pressing on mine
To hear you whisper low,
just when it's time to go
Darling, I love you so,
that's my desire

he looked into her beautiful eyes
gently tilted her chin upward
and kissed her softly

Then as he sat down
She faded into the nightglow
of mystery.
He whispered softly
See you next Wednesday
My darling

As he left the cafe
in the cold night air.
He could hear patsy
Almost whispering
The last refrains

*That's my desire
That's my desire