Vacationist League: Music

At work you’re so distant
your smile, still resistant
to the charms that I lay in your way.
But the tickets I have are for your favorite play
Saturday Night, what do you say?

We sit close in the darkness--
unlike the office--
no cubicle walls in our way.
Your smile is quite charming,
your hand, disarming,
when I take it in mine
you pull it away.
I take it in mine, you pull it away. x3

We walk through the park near the parking lot,
exploring paths toward and away.
My thoughts are on fire
with my burning desire
to say goodnight and not go away.
In the park there’s a clearing,
we can get our bearings,
look to the stars,
come, take my hand.
Trying to find your way to the car.
Trying to find where I stand.
Stars hang their wisdom
background and distant
the sun is a star all the same
Stars are just fine for making wishes upon
but the sun lights our way come the dawn.
Come the dawn x5

There’s no judgment of pleasure
in the scientists’ measure
as they map out the sky with a key.
It’s not simply rate of fission
but also relative position
that determines luminosity.

Now I’m not suggesting
you don’t shine the brightest
It’s just you’re so far away.
Come closer, be near me
still closer, come on sear me
and we’ll turn our night sky into day
To day, today... etc.