So the weekend's finally here
It's Friday night and you're glancing my way
Walk up to me and your lips part to say:
"Would you like to hold me near?
'Cause though I realize we've just met
It's long enough to go play and regret"
And somehow you think I'm supposed to ignore
When you show up willing at my front door
At least it keeps the rhythm moving along
As I write the next verse to my April song
I think I know what you mean
Some things happen without warning
And then you wake up Saturday morning
I'm not sure where we're going
But I can tell there are things worth believing
It all depends on what you're seeking
But somehow you think I'm supposed to ignore
When you show up willing at my front door
At least it keeps the rhythm grooving on
As I write a new verse to my April song
And somehow you think I can still ignore
When you stand there willing at my bedroom door
At least it keeps the rhythm turning on
As we add more verbs to our April song
Music by Conway/Dearing/Martinez.
Lyrics by Conway.
Published by Black Halo Publishing Co. (ASCAP)
© 2012 Winding Room Records. All Rights Reserved.