False Starts and Early Endings

Our effort at 70s-ish yacht rock. Or something like that.

Unspoken kindness
Silenced by the cat that has my tongue
As we mingle with strangers
She collects stolen glances
In a room full of judgment
I’m feeling my way around
Looking for second chances
Second chances

I watch her talking
To someone I’ve seen her with before
As we mingle with new friends
I long for her attention
In a world full of free will
I’m looking for the answer
Waiting for intervention
Intervention

False starts
And early endings

Forgiveness
And new beginnings

I’ve never been all that bold
I’ve never felt quite this old
As old as all the reasons why
I watch her sitting, standing, walking by

I heard she’s leaving
Moving back home to California
I sure wish they all could be
But they aren’t, that much I know
Why does the time pass so fast
When you’re down to your last chance
Before long it’s time to go
It’s time to go

False starts
And early endings

Forgiveness
And new beginnings

Just one time
Or forever
It’s now or never