Red Lamp

She keeps a red lamp always on;
You’ll never see it until the light is gone;
The whispers will then call out sweet nothings;
To a street that always pulls on your strings.

You tell yourself it’s only just a little stroll,
Just a walk down that street without a goal,
But soon you’ll find yourself going to that door,
And waiting in the hall behind one more—

Each of you avoiding the others’ gaze,
Each of you feel lost in a separate maze,
In his eyes he tries to hide that glint,
And you pretend you don’t have a hint.

This lonely feeling has got you bad;
It’s so down deep it could drive you mad;
Try as you might, you’ll never fill it;
Try as you might, you’ll never kill it.

When she finally comes to that door,
You sheepishly ask her for a chore;
She reaches out and takes your hand,
She promises to take you to a whole new land.

She keeps a red lamp always on,
You’ll never see it until the light is gone.