maybe i'll be lucky tonight
to hear your voice
husky,dark weaving those tales
i so want to beleive.

tonight might be the night
we hold hands
stare into each others eyes
oblivious of the stares.

stairs to heaven are back door
right next to the trash
that might stink so high
with all the dirt on you and i

their stares know the location
more of their opinion
of who but never of me
to poison you see...

maybe tonight
you'll be a grown ass man
maybe. ..come on!
tonight i'll be waiting...