From the recording Downtime
Lyrics
WHAT ARE THE CHANCES
Tell me
What are the chances of finding her
What are the chances, I know
It's dream, dreamtime
Last night
More than our minds had been wandering
Both of us under a spell
Ending in its prime
Two sun-¬kissed travelers on shore
Nothing less yet craving more
Fate is whispering, "encore"
Twilight
Sensual rhythm and spirits
Crossing us over a line
Fading in the sand
Why are
Memory's mornings so cloudy
Intoxication aside
There was some faint sleight of hand
Laid down our heads to wait for dawn
The sleeping lion and a fawn
Pride and money both long gone
What are the chances
I don't know
I bought that ticket to her show
Angels fly or fall below
Where are you?