I skip
through the day,
watching
light and magic play,
doing all that I would have done
anyway......
Paying the bills,
buying the bread,
reading stuff
a song on my head.
Smiling bravely
when reason fails;
the toast burns,
my baby wails.
I wait for evening
to cross the street,
where the jukebox plays..
got a friend to meet.
Through night and day,
and come what may;
that’s the place
to be...
Someone special
waiting there
And well...
he’s promised the last dance
To me.
