Tonight we’ll dine alone
Separate places nowhere to call home
Tonight we’ll dine alone, together.
Call it a sign but these faces,
They’ve got nothing to them
No intention, no such hunch, not like us
Just something to look at
As our paces line the sidewalk to that fine wine place,
Drinks so costly we must be tying our laces
And drifting on out our laughter as payment
A moment has passed now we’re out to lunch
While I stuffed my luncheon in my face
You’ve beaten me to the punch, and
this time I’m anxious,
And my heart is fluttering,
So I mutter with haste
No rhyme or reason,
No chime to signal some fine line,
No time to to be wasted,
No, I reckon,
Just a second well spent
Just a second we’ll spend,
Again and again.
I love you more.