There is nothing I have seen in any documentary
Or pages of art history that compares to you

The foreign lands I’ve found my feet;
the colors of an aviary;
Take-off from the window seat, don’t change my point of view,
Woman

Sailing on a midnight breeze, starry skies surrounding me
Is drifting in a lonely dream if it’s not shared with you

A weekend walk through greenery;
A sweating beer on a western beach
Won’t refresh reality half the way you do,
Woman


There’s no thought I dare to read, or concept of philosophy
No argument as challenging as what’s within your eyes

The humble soul of Socrates;
the anguished cries of Augustine;
Descartes’ quest for certainty - it’s you I’m more convicted by,
Woman

A poem put to melody, the human voice in harmony
The fullest chords my fingers squeeze can’t really kiss my ear

The moonlight dabs of Debussy;
Nat ‘King’ Cole arranged with strings;
That wavering way that Joni sings are echoes when you’re near,
Woman


I was born to love, but no thing’s enough:
True flesh and blood is the stuff
But when I see you standing there, a world in a head of hair
I hold in my hands
It’s more than I can understand

(Instrumental)

I could fall so easily into the looks you’re giving me
They’re all the proof I’d ever need
That my heart is true

You let me in your memories, and I see the man that I can be
And all that I could do
The lengths that I would go
To stay in your view
Woman, I’m in love with you

I thought I’d let you know


© Eli Moore