saturday nights are the greatest...
we worried over whether or not people would arrive...
i told him he had nothing to worry about.
the drink swirled inside me...
telling me i had nothing to worry about.
they spat out dance, and that's just what we did...
and there really was nothing to worry about.
i whispered in her ear, and she smiled up at me and agreed...
and we continued to dance.
we took a walk and she pressed ever closer...
saying in her own way, thanks for the dance.
he stood on stage pounding his keyboards...
he sat on stage banging his drums...
he stood on stage, his guitar wailing...
he stood on stage, his bass guitar booming...
she jumped around, screaming and shouting...
and we all followed in suit.
the playlist was perfect, i failed to tell him this...
just wanted to say awesome job.
i clapped and congratulated and smiled inside...
i was shocked and amazed and in awe.
we jolted around in a seemingly stumbling manner...
but all of us knew the next word and next step.
the last beat sounded, providing a too-soon end.
saturday nights are the greatest.
the aftermath of such an explosive evening was equal to its epicenter.
we arrived at the park, then later the house, and found friends everywhere we went.
we drove by a house with sunflowers out front and stopped to pick out a few.
we strummed and swayed and made fools/rock stars out of ourselves on guitar.
i finally feel accepted and liked, and damn it's a good feeling.
we left after four, and followed our stomachs.
two californias, two lemonades, and a sunflower for the viva lady.
warm food before warm bed has never felt so good.
i told him he had nothing to worry about.
the drink swirled inside me...
telling me i had nothing to worry about.
they spat out dance, and that's just what we did...
and there really was nothing to worry about.
i whispered in her ear, and she smiled up at me and agreed...
and we continued to dance.
we took a walk and she pressed ever closer...
saying in her own way, thanks for the dance.
he stood on stage pounding his keyboards...
he sat on stage banging his drums...
he stood on stage, his guitar wailing...
he stood on stage, his bass guitar booming...
she jumped around, screaming and shouting...
and we all followed in suit.
the playlist was perfect, i failed to tell him this...
just wanted to say awesome job.
i clapped and congratulated and smiled inside...
i was shocked and amazed and in awe.
we jolted around in a seemingly stumbling manner...
but all of us knew the next word and next step.
the last beat sounded, providing a too-soon end.
saturday nights are the greatest.
the aftermath of such an explosive evening was equal to its epicenter.
we arrived at the park, then later the house, and found friends everywhere we went.
we drove by a house with sunflowers out front and stopped to pick out a few.
we strummed and swayed and made fools/rock stars out of ourselves on guitar.
i finally feel accepted and liked, and damn it's a good feeling.
we left after four, and followed our stomachs.
two californias, two lemonades, and a sunflower for the viva lady.
warm food before warm bed has never felt so good.