Tap For Silver

Haylie Cook
Hollywood, California

Tap for Silver

I'm hangin' up my tap shoes
  At the end of a long day,
Listenin' to Heaven and Tom Waits
  Wonderin' why it had to be this way.

Take me off on a Foreign Affair
  A trip to Burma Shave,
The scent of Paris in the air,
  Sounds of rendez-vous yesterdays.

A chorus or a medly tune,
  The stars humming at twilight.
In the distance a ferris wheel turns
  While I'm thinkin' I just might...

Steal a kiss on some fine eve
  While we compare tattoos,
We'll pull our future out of a $.25 machine
  And let her choose.