Spending days confused in this place,
I always find myself
Hours with you, so few and far between
Dusted with shadows from days of waiting,
a book on the shelf

Then you are there, and it's too fewS
o we touch, with conversations
in rushed and incomplete versions
of the stories that have made our times
Sharing alterations

But take two minutes and look me in the eyes
Because that's what I came here for
But you and I, it's hard to see, isn't it
Looking at me. With me looking at you.

I see you there and I remember each touch
I ask what you do; could this be true?
What are we doing here baby?
So hard to look at me, to see.

Here I am trying hard to ease it
Had too much to drink so dammit
It's like standing in the rain
There's no clear view of losing you
But doesn't seem to hide the pain

And when you come again,
oh, please do
I will be waiting, oh, for you
Touch me, you can always touch me

Here in my heart, or on my skin
Because it will always begin again
Take two minutes and look me in the eyes
Because that's what I came here for

But you and I, it's hard to see, isn't it
Looking at me.
With me looking at you.
I see you there and I remember each touch
I ask what you do; could this be true?
What are we doing here baby?

So hard to look at me, to see.
Never been the kind where dreams come true
But I will be waiting, hoping for you
And maybe, you will think of me

Like I think of you, the skies will clear
And you and I will bravely dare
How sweet it would be if you thought
And I gave you a smile or two

Like you unselfishly have brought
Who knew about men like you
I think this stubborn heart's been caught.

June 2008