I saw you leave the bar last night
With some nameless, faceless girl.
All at once you were a lost little boy,
And a man of the world.
Your lonely nights of conquest
Can never make you whole.
You squander your body,
You need someone to touch your soul.
I watch you in your helpless dance of masculinity,
You’re so tired you can’t sleep,
Least of all with me.
You search yourself inside and out
‘Til the silence takes its toll
And you squander your body,
You need someone to touch your soul.
You feel exposed when someone knows,
A secret that you’d
Rather not explore.
You move in close, then you run away.
Does it hurt that much to say
What you really need to say?
I’ll run into you again someday,
I hope you will be free.
Meanwhile don’t waste another minute of life,
It’s precious to me.
Don’t keep on running from yourself,
Alone in the cold.
Don’t squander your body,
Let someone touch your soul.
Phoebe Snow touches mine time and again, never more so than now. A consummate musician and lyricist; her voice will always speak to me. Taken from her 1989 album “Something Real’.
