Standing By the Subway
I was standing by the subway on a Friday afternoon
After working forty hours in a day
Just a-staring at the people is the only thing to do
When you're dealing with a crowd of urban creatures
The train arrived, I boarded, pulled a daily to my face
Started searching for a meal I could afford
As I raised my eyes to ponder what my palette craved the most
I was greeted by a pair of roving eyes
He winked, I smiled and wondered, has good fortune gone my way
Perhaps my search has not all been in vain
For an empty person's stomach changes a person's point of view
When you're not quite certain how to ease the pain
Will he love me in the morning like he loved me in the night?
Will he know his love is wasted like an arrow without flight?
For a little bit of lovin' doesn't seem an awful price
When you're belly's full of warm food and you're heart is cold as ice
Destination followed or was it destiny?
As he stepped onto the platform by my side,
"Could I offer you a coffee or a drink down at the bar?"
I said "Perhaps a dinner's more in style."
I inhaled my steak and salad and a healthy glass of wine,
As the conversation turned from cold to warm.
His voice was smooth and charming. He suggested, I agreed,
For a little lovin' sure could do no harm.
Ah he loved me in the morning like he loved me in the night,
But he knows his love is wasted like an arrow without flight.
For a little bit of lovin' doesn't seem an awful price,
When you're belly's full of warm food and you're heart is cold as ice.