Mary Beth Maziarz Get Here Tonight
I could fold these days into perfect notes
And send them off to you
Or take a thousand photographs
hoping black and white might do
But there's
Too much magic to describe
Every day a dozen mysteries
Stories in between the lines
Whispering and listening
Would it all be the same
If I called and you came
If you could get here tonight
Would the light in the sky
Be as clear and as bright
If you could get here tonight
Be right beside me
I think it might be
If I knew just how your voice would sound
I'd call you up tonight
And wrap myself around the phone
And turn off all the lights
And whose to say I'm sorry baby
And whose to say I know
Haven't we been through this all before
All this and more
Would it all be the same
If I called and you came
If you could get here tonight
Would the light in the sky
Be as clear and as bright
If you could get here tonight
Be right beside me
I think it might be
Alone it all distills to this
A moment captured in a box
Lost and found once in a kiss
Locked away...
Would it all be the same
I don't know...I don't know
If you could get here tonight
If I called and you came
I don't know, I don't know
If you could get here tonight
Would it all be the same
If I called and you came
If you could get here tonight
If you could get here tonight
Be right beside me
I think it might be
