I dream a lot, and plot and scheme
And think of clever things to say and clever ways to say them
Sometimes when I am brave I wander over to you
Dropping my carefully construed dialogue along the way
And smile and wonder where I put my words and panic
And say something stupid
Then I make an excuse as I can do that pretty well now
As I have had lots of practice
And I walk back over to my side of the bar
Or my group of friends
Or to my little apartment
And I find my words and my dreams
There on the floor for me to kick
Like some imaginary can
So many plots and schemes and clever things to say
So many times when I am brave but not brave enough
To say I want you.
Written 1997- For my Deana