Lost Weekend
GEORGE MILTON CARTER
From my seat across the aisle I can feel her eyes. I'm on trial testing alibis.
It's a lost weekend And where's the harm Of a weekend lost In her arms
The only witness would be the pillow that cradles our heads The secret of our love, would be as As real as our sweat.
Resistance would crumble, Hearts beat so fast. The truth tumbling out through
the touch of our hands
Lost weekend Too far from home.
And too close to
trouble you find
when you're alone
Look in the mirror
how do I explain
how this moment slipped away
If I ever forget who's been there for me
and if life without you made sense to me
please just tell me, somebody please tell me
tell me how wrong I would be
tell me how wrong I would be
