Out of time

I’ve been trying to catch her eye

That girl at the bar

That girl with the tattoos and knee-high boots

Sipping her glass of red wine

Reading the belle jar by Sylvia Plath

That girl in the tight white dress

That shows off all her curves

And her cocoa skin

That girl with eyes like deep lagoons

That I wish I could dive into

I wish that she would notice me

I wish that I could make her smile

I want to go over and talk to her

Just hang out for a while

To put some tunes on the juke box

And shoot some pool

I’m not talking about falling in love

And taking her down the isle

But I’d like to feel her heart beating by my own

I want to hear that melody

I want to hear that tone

I want to shower kisses all over her face

I want to be her hero

I want to touch base

I want to get close to her and get under her skin

To take her too my bedroom and live in sin

I long to feel her touch

I want to cross the line

I want to feel her fingers running down my spine

But she just left the bar

So I guess I’m out of time.

And the juke box plays endless summer nights 'All at once I looked and you were gone' And I feel like it's mocking me But I suppose she isn't the one.