Promises, Promises -

The midsummer heat gets the newspapers talking, as diligent crowds fill the

roads

And as the people decamp to the beaches then I’ll share the city with you

If only I could share the city just with you

A handwritten note is a scant consolation, but I’ll take whatever love’s left

With pen strokes that slant from the left to the right like a drunk cyclist

Meandering home on a cold Christmas Eve

And I know, I know

This faded note that I hold in my hand

An invitation to run

It’s a chain reaction to run

To the tempting lines in disposable ink

A dozen casual promises, I’m falling back in

I’m always the first to get burnt by the summer or blinded by someone I trust

I pray on my knees for the sweetest release of the cold autumn months

If only I could share those autumn months with you

I never could count the cards but I sure learned to read your brown eyes

You never learned Russian Whist but you sure learned to spin out a yarn

As far and as wide as the national grid

And promises, promises fall from your lips overwhelmingly

Promises, promises fall from the page like a mountain spring

Distilled and repackaged as something unique

And I know, I know

This single page that I hold in my hand

An invitation to run

It’s a chain reaction to run

To the tempting lines in disposable ink

A dozen casual promises, I’m falling in

So, keep the unblinking eyes, it’s okay, I buy it

Keep up the paperwork, I just want to read it

Keep up the party line, I’ll might not believe it

But just want to hear it, I just want hear it out loud

And I know, I know

This steady hand that I hold in my hand

An invitation to run

It’s a chain reaction to run

To the tempting lines in throwaway speech

A dozen casual promises

Well, back in the day when your letters arrived I’d be lovesick I guess

The Ts, Ls and Js would all slant the same way but now something has changed

The handwriting tells always give us away