Speakeasy    (Music - Robb McCormick, Lyrics - Ed McGee)

Slips out of bed
Slips something strappy on her feet
Slips on her skirt, top
Slips down the street
Slips in the door
Slips through the room and up to me
Slips her hand in mine
Once again, we meet

Here all of the eyes are off us
Lost in their own designs
Here we’re stealing into the moments
With edges undefined
Could be the table in the corner
Or two stools at the bar
Might be moonlight on the balcony
It doesn’t matter where we are

May we remain, may we finally
Find the binds releasing
May we remain, may we finally find
the speakeasy

Runs to the car
Runs the red light down the street
Runs from the cameramen
Runs on bare feet
Runs up the bill
Runs her new idea by me
Runs through the consequences
Unconsciously

Here stars shine up from sidewalks
And Sunset’s all night long
Here soul is hard to come by
And true love’s just a song
So let us guard ours like it’s treasure,
Hid so well they’ll never see
Until the flashbulbs fade to fireflies,
The media washed out to sea

Soon all of the cynics will believe us,
Not that we even care,
Soon all of the critics will leave us be,
Were they ever really there
When we locked ourselves away together
When we hid in plain sight
When we sidestepped the prohibition
‘Cause why put up the fight?

Silence divides things that we say
Nighttime divides all the days
Secrecy keeps what we can’t hide away
In the speakeasy