Measures & Scales

He plays piano in a jazz band
And I love him for the man that he could be
I asked him, "If I let you, would you play me?"
Then delighted as he tickled every key

And he could feel the ivory skin beneath his fingertips
And I would watch the notes fall one by one from his lips
And he could snap his fingers to the beat
Of my heart, but he couldn't feel the heat

And I want to be like lovers in an old romantic song
Where the music fades away before the love it can go wrong
But I am just a dreamer wearing sensible shoes
And I still dream in color even though I sing the blues

And he is playing scales up and down me
As we sing our tales of hope in perfect harmony
And measure out our love by the length of a song but
It disappears somewhere when the music is gone

Every song ever written has a final note
And I sign my name below every letter that I wrote
And lovers who part give a final kiss
Now I know it's not the player but the music that I miss

He plays piano in a jazz band
And I love him for the man that he could be
I asked him, "If I let you, would you play me?"
A song that will play forever on

Oh, but I am just a dreamer wearing sensible shoes
And I still dream in color even though I sing the blues
And I want to be like lovers in an old romantic song
Where the music fades away before the love it can go wrong