Chances Left Unknown

Don’t read too much into trivial things,

you’re bound to go crazy.

The twist on your lips

is pulling me in.

I’m drowning in maybes.

 

Put my love on the line,

get a cordial reply.

Is she back in my life?

Is she just being polite?

 

Kind gestures don’t make affection nor fancy

Shot it the dark,

come catch a spark.

Still chances I’ll take,

though chances may break me.

Shot it the dark,

come catch a spark.

 

Put my love on the line,

get a cordial reply.

Is she back in my life?

Is she just being polite?

 

Is it a signal or just static? Automatic?

I guess we’ll never know.

By mistake? Or by design? So inclined.

I guess we’ll never know.

Chances left unknown.

 

Baby, I got nothing to lose.

Tell me what you want me to do,

I’ll get right on it.

 

It’s up to you

what you want to do.

It’s up to you.

 

Shot in the dark,

come catch a spark.

Shot in the dark,

come catch a spark.

Shot in the dark,

come catch a spark.

Shot in the dark,

come catch a spark.