Aa Harvey

Solo

Solo

People always assume that I am nothing new.

People always presume; let them presume.

People are always sure that there must be a cure to my broken heart,

If I only took a chance;

But the truth is I can no longer go out drinking in bars,

Travelling as a Lone Star, forever searching for romance.

I am not confident, so I will fall again and again and again,

While I wait for her to love me and then I get left behind in the rain.

I have met divine beauty and I just let her walk straight past me.

I have heard the voice of an angel,

But my mouth was empty of the right words to say.

No sunny day inside my mind today,

I let her slip away…

I am unable to be successful,

Because my timing is faithfully, always dreadful.

If she could only hear me being truthful,

She would know I think she is truly beautiful.

But I am so forgetful…Why can’t I tell her how I feel?

Why can’t I remember what I wanted to say?

Maybe she could feel the same…

Oh and the other thing I need to ask is, what is your name?

I do remember now; that song is my way.

It speaks of love; it tells me about her.

Born of true romance and loving words;

I want to take her out to dance,

But my eyes always instinctively avert.

She could be my ideal mate;

I only wish I could ask her out on a date,

But still here I wait, always too late, wasting away.

Breakfast is calling.

Guess what...I am stalling.

The story of my life;

This artiste is not performing

And she is not painting me in a pretty picture of love,

Because if I never tell her how I feel,

Then there will never be us.

I could fall so deeply into her loving arms.

Her loving caress would cure my soul.

I have to tell her, but would she be alarmed,

By the words of love she never did want to hear from me?

And would I be left to regret the truth that I told?

So no, I never did win her love.

So no, I never do get to be happy.

So no, I never had the courage to say those words that I must:

‘You, my dear, I could truly love.

What do you imagine, when you think about me?

Do you even think about me?...’