Friday, 22 October 2010

Chance Meeting

Do ya ever get to thinkin' in this time and space
That someday, somehow, somewhere, in a certain place
Around a corner, through a door, maybe sometime soon
You'll look around, and there he'll be, standing in the room.

Will your heartbeat flutter as you stare down at the floor
Or will you totally lose it as you run out through the door
Maybe you'll be ultra brave and smile at him and say
"Wow, Rob,what a lovely surprise; how are you today?"

If you get to have a photo and his arm's across your back
And you feel the heat of his body as your demeanor starts to crack
You'll be hoping that your smile doesn't look like you're insane
But you wont care, because you're there, happy as a drain. 

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