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.
Friday, 22 October 2010
Chance Meeting
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