by tyler stenson © 2012 — ASCAP
I’ve gotten good at being alone
Through the Valentines and the mistletoe
(Though I’ve tried to find my heart’s muse)—
Oh, that I’ll know you when I see you.
I’ve pictured it a thousand times,
My hands have run the length of your spine,
Down to your thighs, to your glass shoe…
Oh, that I’ll know you when I see you.
So, shine sun, shine
And burn brighter than the others
So that I might see your brand of beam
And want another and another.
I cannot call your name
Because I don’t know who I’m calling too…
Oh, that I’ll know you when I see you.
It’s not that I have never loved,
It’s that my timing has been a victim
Of the Winds of Change—My, how they blew.
Oh, that I’ll know you when I see you.
So, to My Love I haven’t met,
Where for art though Juliet—
You see, I switched the lines
But the play reads true.
Oh, that I’ll know you when I see you.
So, shine sun, shine
And burn brighter than the others
So that I might see your brand of beam
And want another and another.
I cannot call your name
Because I don’t know who I’m calling too…
Oh, that I’ll know you when I see you.