We were street crossing; he was obliged to wait while car after car passed by. He caught it in the nick of time. Grabbed my arms, we crossed off together, saw our shadows glide down the sunlit wall and watched it open up.
"Please don't go."
"I won't wait." It's getting urgent.
"Won't you stay? Won't you stay?"
Won't you stay?
Stout-hearted man, master of his own words. Paint the town, well I got you now ("I got you now!"). Shouts and songs swimming through the speakers--"Mark this down, I think we got a keeper!" Wouldn't miss it for the world (I hope).
"I was spared. It made me work harder." The sky is clear, we're shoulder to shoulder. It's full swing inside. She emptied her third glass of wine and then retired. "Excuse me, my good man, but I've been failed." It made me work harder: I was failed.
I'll bring you back to life!
Towards the end of the evening, his features soured. He said, "You won't believe me." He said he'd calm him down for the night. "Keep at it long enough, you'll be surprised what you're facing."
The glad girls blush. "You ought to see him when he makes it."
See him when he makes it?
"Here. Here's my name. If you've got machines, I'm the guy who can fix 'em. You can please, please"--please! please!--"tell me if you need it." The motor caught, rolling fast and slow without a miss as he pumps on the gas--and the nighttime goes where the nighttime goes...
"I was spared. It made me work harder."
The sky is clear; we're shoulder to shoulder. It's full swing inside. She emptied her third glass of wine and then retired. "Excuse me, my good man. But I was spared."
It made me work harder: "I was spared."
(Whistle while you work!)