Between the Lines

There's never much to say between

The moments of our games and repartee

There's never much to read between

The lines of what we need and what we'll take

There's never much to talk about or say aloud

But say it anyway

Of holidays and yesterdays

And broken dreams that somehow slipped away

In books and magazines of how to be

And what to see while you are being

Before and after photographs

Teach how to pass from reaching to believing

We live beyond our means on other peoples' dreams

And that's succeeding

Between the lines of photographs, I've seen the past

It isn't pleasing

So strike another match

We'll have another cup of wine

And dance until the evening's dead

Of too much song and time

There's never much to talk about

Or read between the lines

Of what we dream about when we're apart

And no one's looking on to say, "You're mine"

It was a good year then, it was a good year then

We all remember the time you threw the looking glass

And seemed a fool, or very clever

Don't spoil it all, I can't recall

A time when you were struck without an answer

We'll live a quiet peaceful time between the lines

And go together

And I'm striking up the band

To play our last hurrah

We'll dance until we've killed another evening off

Don't think of anyone but me

I'll have no lovers on the side

Tonight is all we've ever dreamed about

For once, let's get it right

We'll go down flying in the end

Throw another bottle in between the lines

I'll go down like a ship of state

Let's be gracious now

Between the lines