Anthony & Lois (maybe)
David Brown and George Smith
Maybe I could meet you in a bar someplace
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
I could get to know you, try and fit
the glass shoe
And maybe you’d begin to see what’s on the other
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 life
And maybe find what we have lost since you became
my wife
Since you became my wife |