Don Johnson Big Band Private Intentions
I was born in June, she was born in October Eight months between us, I never even told her What it meant to me was more than just a number It was fate in the shape of numerology and thunder But thunder has a tendency to go as quickly as it came So she went and kicked me out her game Wasn't hard to comprehend, but harder to accept Like when I saw her with the next man and started To expect more pain in the form of regret And not getting what I thought I had I never thought of letting her slip Now I stick to an image on my retina Trip myself over and over, see her stepping up To better and brighter things, out of my shadow I guess in the light of things, this was a battle I had already lost before it began I try to figure out the cost and hold up a hand
See the people go hide in the trenches See the people sleep on the park benches... (x3) Who could stop the few from robbing you I'm through talking to you with better intentions
And then she told me 'bout a dream she had The same night after we met But not that I would have to forget The way I slept on her couch, crouched up against her A few blocks from home, all these events were a prelude A game of ping-pong in the kitchen I was scared she would notice How my eyes began twitching When we lifted our shirts, my stomach on hers Discovered how a dream can make The world around disperse Was it fact or fiction, or something in between? A fraction of our friction, my attraction to this queen Seemed to grow as hers faded, the blow That I anticipated made it hard to try debate it When you know you have to go No songs, letters or poems will bring the past back When it's buried in your bones But I know, I'd give up everything I own For just three words: Take me home
CHORUS
This is gonna be the last time I leave The words haunt me when I pass by her window Or see her walking softly 'round the corner Did she really want me? Or was it just an easy way To make it through the winter in a warmer bed? I thought we struck a chord from the first moment From the flea market to playing chess until the morning Filling up her ash tray, wrapped in conversation Curled up in a blanket all relaxed, and I was patient In my actions and words, trying to play it safe Don't attach yourself, or thirst for her The bubble will burst, the burden of trouble is worse To her than anything she knows Held her wrist in my palm, insisted I'm calm And that's the hardest part, she still lives around the block But her heart is far, and every minute Is 60 seconds past the limit, I just take Comfort in the fact she was my mistake
See the people go hide in the trenches See the people sleep on the park benches... (x3) You could start anew or find a clue If you knew what to do with your better intentions
