You can keep
your promises at midnight,
the words you share
hang in the air.

Keep
your promises by moonlight,
it’s what you say
the break of day,
matters much more to me.

You can count
your blessings in a heartbeat.
Look to the sky,
a star flying high.

Count
your blessings in a backstreet,
right by my side
along for the ride,
what do you want to be?

A face, a lover, a one-night stand?
A bass, a drummer, a one-man band?

Copyright Keith Ames