OPENING NIGHT (SHOWGIRL)

Both dour and showgirl

as if there was something between them

chest out stood in the mirror on her birthday

Back-lit, confetti moustache

she’s leaving town with the Major

arms linked squeezing a drag with her free hand

Or maybe it was all just some elborate score

to try and get a rise out of a boy

who’s finally found what he longed for

an oar to guide his way back to shore

something real to believe in

MR. FLIGHT

Pinned by a look

Seberg in Breathless style

turn and waltz to the backdoor balcony, opening night

Blowing his smoke in your eye

swimming around in my mind

I guess that’s the price of the summertime

Oh, the things that I’d do

for a moment more with you

But I’ve missed the flight

I’m laid over night

and I’m not getting in until tomorrow

So goodnight Mr. Flight

Goodbye for a while

Goodnight

Perhaps it was there all along

but only became aparent

as you wrapped your wandering eyes around mine

Sentimental acrobatics

somersaulting in time

as I reach for the end of the line

I’m always almost yours

and I’ve never felt so sure

as tonight but I’ve missed the flight

and I’m not getting in until tomorrow

So Goodnight Mr. Flight

Goodbye for a while

Goodnight

Goodnight Mr. Flight

MAYBE SOMEDAY

Maybe someday, somewhere new

Both backs against the wall

cast under the same spell

Oh well, I should have seen this coming

before I held heart and head apart

Oh, what can I do?

Oh, what can I do?

Maybe someday, somewhere new

Counting her lucky stars

Yorkshire’s prized belle of the ball

is now firing bullets over Broadway

while I’m sat here wondering what went wrong

Oh, what can I do?

Oh, what can I do?

Oh, what can I do?

Maybe someday, somewhere new

I GUESS THAT’S WHAT TRUE LOVE LOOKS LIKE

Now I’ve finally found the time to write to you

took the time to think of you

The girl on the steps has gone

And I guess that’s what true love looks like

Our time passed like evening breeze over country hills

and hung around like morning dew

The spring was young and so were we

Well, I guess that’s what true love looks like

I guess that’s how true love feels

Mornings spent out on the balcony

Ribbon-wrapped handmade apology

A season in Hell and back in time for tea

Oh, I guess that’s what true love looks like

As your word lays beside me now

I pick it up and pin it to my lapel

and dragging the memory behind me like a tail

I guess that’s what true love looks like

I guess that’s how true love feels

I guess that’s what true love looks like

I guess that’s what true love feels like