It’s nearly time to set up the ballroom.
I hid you a beer by the coat-check.
I figured you’d need a little hair of the dog
to get you through tonight.
I’ll see you by the lake at sunrise.
We will dodge all of the insects
just to hold hands again.
Soon, the dance floor will be crowded
and we’ll be serving up fake grins.
The tourists don’t know that the best party
is started once their evening ends.
That’s when the fun begins.
© Michael Salamone – Salatone Recordings – Michael Salamone Publishing