It's funny the desires you find
At night when it's dark
And late.
You had nothing but water
But the music's loud
And you feel so lonely
Even with a crowd
And truly kind people.

His voice is an anchor,
His eyes warm,
And you wish for something,
Anything,
To drive you into his arms.

But it's only for that moment.
The desire is gone as swiftly
As it came roaring in.
Yet there remains
That tiniest draw,
When he leans at your elbow
And whispers the name of the song.