On the CD player (yep, still MB20). …
“SLOW DANCING ON THE BOULEVARD
IN THE QUIET MOMENTS WHILE THE CITY’S STILL DARK
SLEEPWALKING THROUGH THE SUMMER RAIN
IN THE TIRED SPACES
YOU COULD HEAR HER NAME
WHEN SHE WAS WARM AND TENDER AND YOU
PULLED HER ARMS AROUND YOU
THERE WAS NOTHING BUT HER
LOVE AND AFFECTION SHE WAS
CRAZY FOR YOU NOW SHE’S
PART OF SOMETHING THAT YOU LOST
AND FOR ALL YOU KNOW
THIS COULD BE
THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WHAT YOU NEED
AND WHAT YOU WANT TO BE
NIGHT SWIMMING IN HER DIAMOND DRESS
MAKING SMALL CIRCLES MOVE ACROSS THE SURFACE
STAND WATCHING FROM THE STEADY SHORE
LAYING WIDE OPEN AND WAITING FOR
SOMETHING WARM AND TENDER WHILE SHE’S
MOVING FURTHER FROM YOU
THERE WAS NOTHING THAT COULD
MAKE IT EASY ON YOU
EVERY STEP YOU TAKE REMINDS YOU
THAT SHE’S WALKING ON
EVERY WORD YOU NEVER SAID
ECHOES DOWN YOUR EMPTY HALLWAY
EVERYTHING THAT WAS YOUR WORLD
JUST CAME DOWN
IT JUST CAME DOWN
DAY BREAKING ON THE BOULEVARD
FEEL THE SUN WARMING UP
YOUR SECONDHAND HEART
LIGHT SWIMMING RIGHT ACROSS YOUR FACE
YOU THINK
MAYBE SOMEDAY
MAYBE SOMEDAY.”
— Matchbox Twenty, “The Difference” —