I wish you were here with me/
upstairs in South Mountain’s balcony;/
Looking up at Mars,/
and thousands of desert stars,/
as far as our hearts could see.
I wish you were here with me/
upstairs in South Mountain’s balcony;/
Looking up at Mars,/
and thousands of desert stars,/
as far as our hearts could see.
I was not a man/
who slept/
with a phone in his hand,/
who kept/
hoping she’d call./
Not that man/
at all!/
But now I am./
How-why/
did I/
fall?
Is it inappropriate/ for a feisty/ and flirty guy,/ such as I,/ to send a late night text/ to you?/ What will you do?
It’s fine if smooth wine/
helps woo when words flow. I know/
folks at the Chateau!
The thought of becoming awakened,/
entwined with you,/
naked,/
does not arouse me,/
as much as it astounds me/
and, lastly,/
comforts me.
By the dawn’s early light/
I hope it’s still alright/
that I tucked you in./
I’d love to do it again!/
For me,/
a great experience/
that I’d repeat, /
given a chance!
I’m leaving the snow/
and heading for Arizo/
na Nah Nah Nah Nah!