The Search
Gotta get dressed,
Gotta look my best,
Tonight I gotta score---
Gotta leave the flat,
Am I getting fat?
I gotta work out more.
The anxiety increases.
The yearning never ceases.I go to clubs
And wear a social disguise
With other anxious people
With quick and darting eyes.
Which one's for me?
Who will it be
Tonight?I go to bars
And sit and look too intense,
I strengthen my defenses
To crack someone's defense---
Who's there for me?
Who will it be
Tonight?Am I too late to find love?
Are my emotions numb?
Why does the daylight blind love?
Why must the daylight come?I dream of someone
When my longing resumes,
Sincere and warm and real
In each guise she assumes---
Close, close to me,
But who will it be
Tonight?