Pouring some coffee...stirring up thoughts of you; they settle down slowly. Look at all we've been through. Darkness of morning covers you in my bed - candlelight's warning blinking out above your head.
It's not dancing out in danger, doesn't signal right or wrong; but your love leads to forever, so I cannot go along.
I'm seeing too clearly, even blinded by my tears; for though I've just met you, seems like I've known you for years. The one that I prayed for through those long and lonely nights. The one I was made for...all the pieces would fit so tight.
But that picture is a puzzle scattered all across the floor, 'cause the man whose prayers were answered doesn't live here anymore.
You're the woman someone wanted... that someone who I was. It's good that you've been good to me but you'd better go. Because I'm not looking for a wife, babe though I love you, please believe that I've missed you all my life, babe and I'll miss you when you leave.
I can tell you what's not right, babe, but I can't say what is wrong. It's been just out of sight, babe since the day you came along. Now my dreams are all in tatters, scattered all across the floor. You're the woman someone wanted... I'm not someone anymore.
Warming up coffee...washing down thoughts of you.
Another old song that stands up OK by itself. Love and lust through the looking-glass. (c) 1984 Joel M Frye