David Worby Wishful Thinking

Wishful Thinking

It’s a last minute call
and my step down the hall
take a last look around
you could turn up the sound
one last time…wishful thinking
as the door opens wide
you could pull me inside
there’s no time for a drink
or to talk or to think
don’t ask why…wishful thinking

sure, you’re cool and hard to get
but not out of reach I bet
beware of passing storms that hit you hard
do you feel me drawing near
any second i’ll appear
got to find a way into your heart

wishful thinking…on the street
wishful thinking…damn this sweet
wishful thinking…place i’m in
it’s coming back again
wishful thinking…reckless fire
wishfuil thinking….damned desire
wishful thinking…door won’t shut
don’t you wanna open up

it’s a sip of your mouth
and a trip to the south
grab my shoes, grab my keys
anywhere that you please
I’m in a state of wishful thinking
it’s your call, it’s my right
on the map from tonight
make it here, make it real
act it out, what i feel
i just can’t wait….wishful thinking

there’s a crowd inside my brain
driving me insane
pushing pulling, tearing me apart
got a one track mind, it’s true
when i wishful think of you
we should be lying, sighing in the dark

wishful thinking at your place
wishful thinking face to face
wishful thinking comes again
wishful thinking never ends