On the front porch in a clear evening

Standing outside
staring into the open spaces
lights glowing in the horizon
the moonlight dances through the trees.

Come dance with me.
Can you hear the music in the night?

You can stay a while for what we got
may be the only thing that matters
for a long time.
Or you can go but carry no memory of this night.
Move forward to the city lights.
Getting lost along the way.
Getting lost in your mind.

Oh, I can tell you that tonight will be beautiful.
This could be awesome.
This could be our present
and we are here.

In a few years’ time,
we won’t know where we will be
but we’ll remember that night.
We had fun.
We found our truth.

So, won’t you dance with me
and stay for a while?

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