wait until spring

we can act like russell and whoever it was
and hold hands in the hall and pretend were in love
or we can act our age and not let it mean a thing
i'm not sure about me ...

you come to the table with so much i don't know
is your smile for real or part of the show?
your ideas and impulses -- is that what you are?
what makes a girl throw a ring from a car

off the cuff remarks and plans made in haste
lines 'neath your eyes -- virtue and grace
ready to step out -- take chances tonite
leave a key 'neath you mat and i'll wait for your sign

and we can act like russell ...

i could tell another joke or i could try to be straight
too much has gone down -- all that's left now is fate
press your knee against mine, put your hand on my wrist
tell me your name and blow me a kiss

and we can act like russell ...

hold on a minute -- that wasn't the show
don't act surprised or like you don't know
just because my wedding vows came undone
that doesn't mean that you're the next one ...

and we can act like russell and whoever it was
and hold hands in the hallway and pretend we're in love
or we can act or age and not let it mean a thing
i'm not sure about me ... could you WAIT UNTIL SPRING?

Jon Houlon, Hillside Blue Music, 2001