Stephen Covell Cruz
In the amber glow of a city street light
She dances like she's on stage, it's so strange
She doesn't seem to care
That no ones there, to see
When we finally find some music that I can hear too
She spins off to the dance floor, she's not wearing no
shoes
She's always tuggin' on my sleeve, asking me to stay
When I want to leave
Eyes closed oh she is in motion
And I get the feeling that it's my place to watch
Her feet glide in the early morning, and with out the
light she shines
I'd be so lost
When she finally decides she's had her fun
I look up to the clock, it's a quarter past one
And we walk how together, as she throws tiny white
flowers into the air
She goes skipping on ahead
My little child in the clouds
And I wonder how nice it is to not be stuck to this
ground
But that is where I stand, just in case you might land
Should I ask her to come down
Doesn't seem like I'd be doing her any favors
Bit by bit she's built her kingdom up there
Why would I ask her to lose all that flavor
Now, there's fog on my window
Sheets at war with my bed
Images from last night, they roll around in my head
I'm so glad she doesn't need me
And with those thoughts I finally rest
