A blank sheet of paper, a pencil
Sitting here, thinking about you
at the window, I’m listening as music
spills out thru the door, making me
slide back thru time, to ere that I met you
and my whole life, from day one,
tormenting me anew
But you enchant me, just like your mammy plays the cards,
I tell you, some trick like that, it’s gotta be
Well the others, they all told you, “it’s too late,
that punk he’s lost it, yeah that punk:
you'll not save him from his fate”
I was put to the wall, demented
yet every night full, contented,
my confused mind denied it
But I was out if my depth, daze'd
but the worst of it, was when
I finally caught your eye
it was painfully clear that, now or never
had our moment arrived
Man, but I was on edge, stressed-out
as I poured out my heart - hectic
but despite that, bless'ed,
you didn’t laugh right in my face, and that you still listened to
all the dross I blurted out
all my drivel, that nonsense
because the chance came along so quickly
But you enchant me, just like your mammy plays the cards,
I tell you, some trick like that, it’s gotta be
Well the others, they all told you, “it’s too late,
that punk he’s lost it, yeah that punk:
you'll not save him from his fate”
A blank sheet of paper, a pencil
Sitting here, thinking about you
at the window, I’m listening, but,
not taking anything in, as
I still cannot believe, here we are, arm in arm
All I know that your magic works a charm