(Ralph Covert -Waterdog Music / ASCAP)

Drink a glass of wine for me, my friend
And hold me in your mind
As if time could slip away like rain on a window sill

Have a rendez-vous at a quarter to twelve
But save one kiss for me
As if I was always there, a shadow at your feet waiting for
A reunion as friends, or lovers, or something inbetween
And I hope to see you there, somehow

Take one last look into your memory
And I'll be there in your dreams
It's almost too sad, but I'll be on my way until
A reunion as friends, or lovers, or something inbetween
And I hope to see you there, somehow...'til then