Been playing a dear friend's songs recently, and this is one of my favorites.  Sort of sums up much of what lately I'm feeling on the subject of love and relationships and life in general. 

Maybe This Time

It was a late December night

And I wasn't thinking about much

It was cold but it was alright

I still had my magic touch

Then I saw you in that doorway

Braided hair and eyes like fire

And I was thinking to myself

Maybe this time.

You know a gypsy woman told me

That I would allways be like this

I might have the best of all things

And trade it all for just one kiss

Always searching for that rainbow

Or getting lost inside a smile

And always thinking

Maybe this time.

It was late and we were dancing

And the music played so loud

We were locked into each other

We were locked outside the crowd

Just like a newborn baby

I see it all so fresh and clear

Call it wishful thinking

But maybe this time.

Copyright J.Ward