Where are we now

In the middle of the night I sware
Walking by the pretty monlit fair
Margaritas and Tequilas
if you dare

Emerald eyes and Sandy feet
twist around to a country beat
Holding hands Locking lips
If you stare

At the Best of cues
I start to wonder

Where are we now
Where are we now

Where are we now
Where are we
I shouldn't let you go my Baby

I'll always wonder, and try to ponder
And never fall to sweet surrender

Baby Baby

Somewhere
Somehow

There'll be me ( To be continued )

I tried
I tried so Hard

To look as deep
as I could dive

And answers

The ones I'll never know
Will always roam my soul




You'll see
There'll be me

St James Street Warriors

Draped in Crystaline
Leaving cloudy trenches

They assault St James Street's

Sidewalks and wooden Benches

Every battle

hard fought and won

Conquering flat faced roof tops

and numbing all your senses




The St Jeames Street Warriors
aren't hard to find

You'll never see them in summer

No one is left behind