The Hour To Become A Lover

When I met the dark-haired girl With the captivating Persian accent, I wanted to see moonlight Dancing upon her hair Starlight settling in her eyes. I was an ordinary man Drifting through imagination in hyper drive, I was becoming a dream In the lovely sunburst of my mind. I’ve spent my life in ordered monotony Like a hapless bystander Lost in the world of unobtainable love; I have to switch off the motor of reluctance and fear And sneak out of the passenger seat of complacency More limiting and confining than an electric chair. This is the hour to become a lover In a new exotic land; Meet me beneath the streetlight At the bus stop of this broken-down city, We’ll make our exit and wind our way to destiny!