On the train
To the perfect weekend
She came as a godsend
To ease my lonely pain.
With her presence
She filled the air
With the sweetest perfume
With her beautiful gold hair.
In the perfect movie
She would be my queen
And I would be her king
But tears and sadness is what I sing.
The message her eyes were sending
Told me my song wouldn´t have a happy ending
My so called "friend" was her fire
The only firewood that burnt her desire.
From there I knew that anything I could say
Would just be worst and keep her away
It was the hardest thing I ever had to lie
To show no emotion when she started to cry
He ignored her completely
And that was driving me insane
She looked at her so sweetly
But all he could talk about was the other one´s name.
If I threw a penny
In a magical wishing well
My wishes would be as many
As my tormented heart could tell.
I wish I was the verb "to trust"
And never let her down
I would love to be with her and see the sun
Magically appear over the ocean.
On our return trip
I sat down and re-read the script
I could hear from not so far
A mournful play of a guitar.
My perfect movie had gone all wrong
By now I should be playing a love song
Instead I had a ruined weekend
Nothing left to say,"THE END".
Paulo