Arm your ground,

you let them push you around.

All I've found is those who get you down,

baby, baby, they aren't your friends.



There was a light set to dim.

When will I see you again?

Off to the right all alone,

you spent all night on the phone.

You were fighting with him,

my hand was fanning my grin.

You looked at me with your own,

yours had the brighter glow.

With fully good intent,

"when will I see you again?"


Sore thumbs can not blend in,

"when will I see you again?"

What little we had known,

acquainted we had grown.

A puff of smoke for a friend

from a match that I had lent.

A match we made from home,

who knew what we'd become?

Sparked up with good intent,

"when will I see you again?"


All systems are go,

what have you to show?

I've not much to tell,

this is the very end.

When will I see you again?