Inspiration

Inspiration

By Matt Purland

Wednesday AM
Sitting on the steps of my lover's house
Looking to the sky for inspiration
Dreaming of a dry wind to melt my perspiration
And I wonder, if things could ever be the same
And I wonder, if you can even recall my name
Or what I said last time we met

I love you, baby
I hope that maybe
Maybe we can out tonight? What do you think?

At weekends
You were always the one who let me hold your hand
Running for the last train after midnight
Keeping all my hopes and expectations water-tight
And though sometimes I feel that I can take any pain
I'm so tired, because all you want to do is play
And I can't stay with you that way