Days when she wanted to be with him,
nights when she wanted to scream.
Years when a man was a fantasy,
just one of her dreams.

Keeping her head above water,
head above water.

Keeping her head.

Eyes that she wanted to look into,
lips that she wanted to kiss.
Hands that would touch her in such a way,
she couldn’t resist.

Keeping her head above water,
head above water.

Keeping her head.

Maybe one day he’ll step in between
the cups of cold coffee and her magazines.
And whisk her away with her bottom drawer
down from the shelf, out onto the floor.

Keeping her head above water,
head above water.

Keeping her head above water,
head.

Copyright Keith Ames