He sits at the table
Ten minutes have gone
He irons his shirt with his hands like he’s done
A hundred times over
A hundred times closer to love
Or worst case, lust
Lookin’ for a house on a hill
With a picket fence but not until
The second she steps in
And he imagines it beginning to end
All the days on the couch and the nights they go out
And there’s nothing to worry about
He goes through his history
The times he was blind
To all but the beautiful face in his mind
The second impression in real life
Is never, never, never enough
Lookin’ for a house on a hill
With a picket fence but not until
The second she steps in
And he imagines it beginning to end
All the days on the couch and the nights they go out
And there’s nothing to worry about
He looks to the door
The bell gives her away
She’s late and says ‘Sorry’
And ‘Thank you for waiting for me’
For me
And he imagines it beginning to end
All the days on the couch and the nights they go out
And there’s nothing to worry about
And he imagines it beginning to end
All the days on the couch and the nights they go out
And there’s nothing to worry about