I wait 
For that street to be filled with your high beams 
From the moment asked me to go
I regretted saying no

Now I wait 
On a cold dark street
With a hope that we’ll meet
Once again, once again
Oh…I should’ve said yes

I’ll cross a river
Swim the seven seas 
A slight exaggeration 
But you know just what I mean 
Once again once again


Two o clock getting late
Stopped now I hesitate
No delay walk away
Fate please bring on the next day

Sleep beside the telephone
For a ring
But lie alone 
Into thoughts, into dreams
Pass the clouds of memories 





White Glove Society