Front Row Seat - Richard Marx

Went to O’Malley’s but the place was gone

No table open at the other restaurant

Drove to the movie, it was all sold out

So, I said, «Baby, where to now?»

Line at the bar was just too damn long

That DJ wouldn’t even play our song

You pulled your lips away from mine, and said

«Come and wait with me, run away with me»

And the moon is high

And the salt on your skin tastes sweet

And the firelight

Got nothing on you and me

Look around, it’s all we could ever need

It’s going down and we got a front-row seat

We got a front-row seat

Let’s breathe it in, take it all in slow

Let’s ride it high above the world below

This is my idea of wasting time

Now you’re mine, yeah, you’re all mine

And the moon is high

And the salt on your skin tastes sweet

And the firelight

Got nothing on you and me

Look around, it’s all we could ever need

It’s going down and we got a front-row seat

We got a front-row seat

It’s going down, going down, yeah, it’s going down

Look around, look around, baby, look around

It’s going down, going down, yeah, it’s going down

Oh, oh, oh

And the moon is high

And the salt on your skin tastes sweet

And the firelight

Got nothing on you and me

Look around, it’s all we could ever need

It’s going down and we got a front-row seat

We got a front-row seat

It’s going down, going down, yeah, it’s going down

Look around, look around, baby, look around

It’s going down, going down, yeah, it’s going down

Oh, oh, oh