Not Ready

I couldn't enjoy my cappuccino

for fear of missing him

he always dives into casino

in spite of being out of trim

I'm a fool enough to wait for

him out of the crowd I hate

he wouldn't know that

somebody's wasting time

and caffeine for him out there

out there... out there...

the words of a drunken man

struck 5 to midnight

it's my birth time

new feelings fall and blame

my clyde

every 100 flakes of snow

R:

ready to read him

ready to seize him

ready to heal him

I'm ready I'm ready

ready to feel him

ready to kiss him

because

I'm not ready to hate him

at all... not at all

his empty promise skimmed

right now

over the freezing Houston

street

this corny winter made me doubt

whether he's within my reach

my blurry memory spans

a quarter of a century

but it's in tune now

he wouldn't know that

somebody else wants him to

wake up and feel a real blow

R:

because

I'm not ready to lose him

at all... not at all