Here I am, ready, able
Come sit with me at this table
We'll sit and talk about your troubles
I'll smile and tell you "That goes double"
But will you believe me if I said I want more
Is that pushing things a bit too far?
I'm ready to accept that love is hard to find
But I'm so tired of watching such things pass me by
I'm tired of being lonely, I thought you did too
You asked me if I was jealous, you said so were you
but now I'm confused and on my own
we havent spoken much since, 'specially not alone
I'm tired of waiting, thinking too hard
even tried to write songs, but hey, I'm no bard
but poet, I am, and now I see
with late night convos, you dont say what you mean
or at least too busy to give it much thought
I'm willing to wait until it gets hot.
meaning off I'll go, saying so long
maybe it'll be like the song
I should have said so long, long ago
the singer says, straight to her beaux
he stands there, frozen, dumbstruck
if you act that way, well, its just your luck
So maybe I'll say so long deary
and you may discover that your life is dreary
but you wont come a knockin at my door
because some other girl will be there knocking at yours.
But you wont notice, as you'll be going after one
who's business with you is over and done
And as a wise, if crazy guy once said:
"If you were waiting for the opportune moment, that was it"