Final Cue

It must not mean a lot Not knowing who it's coming from But do not write it off It might lead to a memory not easily forgot This feeling is waiting To sweep you off your feet And my heart is aching To show you what it believes My insides now seize The engine sputters, the cylinders freeze Please jump-start where I've stalled For the words in my head have all come to a crawl This feeling is waiting To sweep you off your feet And my heart is aching To show you what it believes So many times recited A script transcribed for you But the stage of life ever changing Never lets me realize The final cue This feeling is waiting To sweep you off your feet And my heart is aching To show you what it believes It must not mean a lot Not knowing who it's coming from