A voice on the radio

Tells him to dance

But he’s pulling over

For a truck stop romance.

A stare from the shadow

In the space the door.

The second this week

And a thousand before.

The feeling comes on her

As darkness descends

The echo of a

Hollow heart never ends

She’ll go out alone

All dressed up as mutton

Or join the starved and the greedy

At the touch of a button.

I will hold you if you will hold me

You say the word and I’ll let you go free.

Be gone before morning, the story’s so old.

The blankets are warm but the comfort is cold.

No valentines card

No billing or cooing.

No chocolates or roses

Or candlelit wooing.

No wedding planner

No flower arranger.

Just a glance in the dark

And the touch of a stranger.

I will hold you if you will hold me

You say the word and I’ll let you go free.

Be gone before morning the story’s so old.

Who are you to tell me that the comfort is cold?

No solemn vows

And no anniversary.

No christening gown,

No pickup from nursery.

They say that

A life without love can be rough

But the kindness of a stranger

Is sometimes enough.

They meet in at club

Through strobe lights and smoke.

Another strong drink

And another weak joke.

She said we can go

And make love till the dawn breaks

But don’t be waiting around

For the cornflakes.

I will hold you if you will hold me

You say the word and I’ll let you go free.

They say that a life without love can be rough

But the kindness of a stranger is sometimes enough.

I will hold you if you will hold me

You say the word and I’ll let you go free.

They say that a life without love can be rough

But the kindness of a stranger is sometimes enough.

The kindness of a stranger is sometimes enough.

(lyrics by Vin Murtagh ©2011)