Anthony & Lois (maybe)
George Smith / David Brown
Maybe I could meet you in a bar
Some place where no one will know us
I could say my name was Anthony
You could say that yours was Lois
We could toast our sham names
With a glass of Champagne
Maybe learn about each other’s tastes
The things we love, the things we hate
Maybe we could move on for a meal
A candlelit, secluded table
We could taste and nod to vintage wine
Pretending that we know the label
And I could get to know you
Try and fit the glass shoe
And maybe you’d begin to see
Perhaps another side of me
And maybe I could touch your hand
And look into your eyes
And see a candle burning there
After all this time
Maybe we could watch the sun go down
By the bridge above the river
See the lights come on all over town
Count the stars as they appear
And if one chalked the night sky
We could close our eyes tight
And make a wish upon the moon
That this night ends the way we want it to
Maybe we could take a hotel room
You could ring the baby-sitter
Write down Smith for the receptionist
Trying to conceal a titter
Feeling apprehension
On the lift’s ascension
I could carry you right through the door
Just as I had before
And maybe I could touch your heart
And gently wake the love
That hibernates inside
And free it like a dove
And we could re-live that first night
The night of our shared lives
And maybe find what we have lost
Since you became my wife |
