It sounds like a good time- when
you tell me you are taking the train and
love dancing in the rain, and I see you blush
again when I say next time, we’ll take the
train and we’ll be dancing in the rain.

It sounds like a good time- when
I see your eyes shine at the corn cobs when
they start to crackle, the coal spits off its sparks
and we sense the sparks ourselves and move
closer together and hold each other’s hands.

It sounds like a good time- when
we look up to the skies, and we have been
drunk for quite some time, but the stars
are shining bright and we stay quiet for a while,
before I say I spot my star, and look right
into your eyes, and we kiss under the moonlight (oh yes).

It sounds like a good time- when
you find me in the corner of the bar and
we sway gently to the music and feel so
mellow and I know that the rain and the train,
the corn on the cob and the sky lit by moonlight
have never been so beautiful to me than
since I met you.