I reached over and pulled The streamers from your hair "You don't do a thing And still you're so debonair" And I remember how you said "You've always got the right lines" And then I felt your kiss And I smiled "Maybe it's a sign" Twelve hours on a night bus A day on a slow train I take out my wallet Staring at your photo again With the sleeve of my shirt Clear the window And there's a shooting star Maybe it's a sign Everything I've seen Everywhere I've been Now I'm ten miles from home And nowhere ever felt this far Turning down the street To see your light left on Feline eyes watch my step That lonely owl croons a song The moon peers out from a cloud To open up the sky Through the window Do you see me smile Maybe it's a sign
© David Gilliver 1999