Anthony & Lois (maybe)
David Brown and George Smith

Maybe I could meet you in a bar someplace where no one will know us
I could say my name was Anthony you could say that yours was Lois

We could toast our sham names with a glass of Champagne
Maybe learn about each other’s tastes - the things we love, the things we hate

Maybe we could move on for a meal a candlelit, secluded table
We could taste and nod to Vintage Wine pretending that we know the label

I could get to know you, try and fit the glass shoe
And maybe you’d begin to see what’s on the other side of me
And maybe I could touch your hand and look into your eyes
And see a candle burning there after all this time

Maybe we could watch the sun go down by the bridge above the river
See the lights come on all over town - count the stars as they appear

And if one chalked the night sky we could close our eyes tight
And make a wish upon the moon that this night ends the way we want it to

Maybe we could take a hotel room you could ring the Baby-sitter
Write down Smith for the receptionist trying to conceal a titter

Feeling apprehension on the lift’s ascension
I could carry you right through the door just as I had before
And maybe I could touch your heart and gently wake the love
That hibernates inside and free it like a dove

And we could re-live that first night - the night of our shared life
And maybe find what we have lost since you became my wife

Since you became my wife