You, You
Always you
My infinite
My absolute
Affairs of the Heart
Made
Could’ve sworn there was something
In the love we made
Could’ve sworn I touched a piece of you
Your body betrayed
But baby just won’t let me in
Sure, it’s a shame, sure is a sin
He’s been playing to lose, I’ve been betting to win
Baby just won’t let me in
And timing’s just a thing folks blame
When they are afraid
Now it’s time to make a call
Call a spade a spade
So far as the future goes,
Feelings always fade
Never held ’em up my sleeve
But he managed to evade
Baby just won’t let me in
Sure, it’s a shame, sure is a sin
He’s been playing to lose, I’ve been betting to win
Baby just won’t let me in
Love, it’s what burns up the stars
It’s what goes down in flames
Baby, least I took the chance
Least I played the game
Q.R.V.
In holding back, he had a knack
And took a tack with me
Oh the allure, of a love saboteur
Sailing straight for Q.R.V.
Layaway
Baby loves the ocean
But he’s afraid to swim
Stands out against the waves
And takes ’em on the chin
Baby loves his music
But he won’t play a note
Leans against the lyrics
Repeats ’em all by rote
Well, what’ll come out if baby plays?
If he lets the tide take him away?
Nobody knows ’cause nobody stays
Baby’s love’s on layaway
And baby loves tomorrow
Always one more than today
Postdating his sorrows
But someone always pays
Well, what’ll come out if baby plays?
Lets the tide wash his fears away?
Nobody knows ’cause nobody stays
Baby’s love’s on layaway
No Reservations
Well, I guess you weren’t expecting me
And now I’m standing here
I’ve got no reservations
Didn’t mean to interfere
Well, I guess I’m awful willing
To try a new frontier
I’ve got some hesitations, boy
But my heart is sincere
Well, I guess I’m near-done waiting
For your hand to volunteer
‘Cause I’ve got a destination
And my direction’s clear
The East End
I’ll write a song called The East End
For he who was more than a friend
Composed in a phantom key,
A microbarom frequency
And when you cross the overpass,
Won’t you hear it say, “Alas.”
My Baby
My baby’s got no tricks
But her manner is bewitching
My baby’s just for kicks
But we oughta be hitching…
My baby’s got no style
But she’s got a flair for smiling
My baby’s got no sly
But her candour is beguiling…
Baby crosses her i’s
But she dots her little t’s
She’s got no alibis
Baby’s where she’s meant to be…
Crystal Vision
The moon told me it’s crystal clear
The way is always love or fear
She said this doubt, indecision
Was fear clouding your love’s vision
His Private Garden
In his private garden,
He weeds and seeds and sows
Slowly and steadfastly
Hoping his flowers grow
In his private garden,
He plots and prunes and preens
Squarely and sure-footed
He is master of his dreams
In his private garden
Without fear or feign
A violet shared her colours
Blooming in the rain
The One Before the One (2)
The one before the one
Gave this moony girl the sun
Generously shared his fun
Guaranteed love wasn’t won
The one before the one
Was the words in her best songs
Walked beside her all along
When she was weak and she was strong
The one before the one
Listened day in and day out
Saw her within and without
Knew what she was all about
The one before the one
Told her that her heart was rare
Treated it with undue care
And so she’ll try not to compare:
The one before the one
With the one that came thereafter
With his nervous bursts of laughter
With a different ever after
The one before the one
Had a different path to take
Had held more futures at stake
And sometimes, that’s just the shake
When he was up and she was down
When he was verb and she was noun
When he had swum and she had drowned
When he was anchor and she, crown
When the moon had waxed before it waned
Something was lost, and something gained
The phase she’d never have begun
Without —
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