Stepping off of the elevator
It should be obvious by now
Sitting on my knee at the party
It wasn't a secret anyhow
Thinking about the drive home
Looking at the clock - Will there be enough time?

First thing to go is judgement
Fighting off another half-full glass
Stealing off into the corner
Making obvious the contrast
All locked into the moment
Even what I don't like I could start to like

Your suggestion
That we spend less time together
Is probably wise beyond my years
What has love got to do with it?
That's the name of every love song
Lover's lament is never quite clear

Pulling down a message from a wire
Let down when there's nothing there
Hold off on communicating
Is there anything to declare?
Shutting down, going off to sleep
In the morning a message may arrive

Your suggestion
That we spend less time together
Is probably wise beyond my years
What has love got to do with it?
That's the name of every love song
Lover's lament is never quite clear