Past-Midnight, post-agrument, pre-dawn,
You make a sudden entrance in this somber room,
Without words or warning,
Your head is buried deep in my shoulder;
You still remain speechless,
But your tears speak volumes,
You wear those teardrops on your cheek
Like the soft silk res dress you wore whilst
Taking my arm and leading me to a rock n' roll dance-floor,
Sway, Sway, Sway in this blaring ballroom,
Sway, Sway, Sway in my arms as you shake, break, weep,
But it will be better in the morning,
When the sun is up,
When your head is clear,
When your mind is right.
Disregard the gloom of last night,
And return back,
In dawn's early bright light.

-Jamie F. Nugent