Byblos (Chicago)

I saw her once before; she didn't turn me on. One night she stopped to talk to pass the time. And then I saw her eyes; her softly smiling glow, We sat and talked all night at byblos. She talked of feelings that I knew were true. She painted me a picture using every shade of blue It was light with laughter, at times it made me cry, And now I'll never know just why I didn't ever try to hold her; To squeeze her; to kiss her all night long, I never tried to please her. Then, soon she had to go; I sat there all alone And thought of things she said The whole day through. And then I realized, I never took the time To find out where she lived Or where to call. I thought that I would see her The next night, Anticipating how I'd set myself right. Then, I went back to byblos; I sat there and waited, Feeling just a little nervous And a little frustrated. Then, soon, in she came, looking just the same Oo, I could hardly wait to take her far from the game. Then a person came in to the club That I had to speak to I explained the situation to her And I thought she understood But I guess she thought I was jiving her around Cause when I looked for her, this is what I found She was rapping with a real good friend of mine, He was happening, I guess it was his time. I really couldn't blame him, cause he was sad and lonely too. But just talking to her did me so much good, I knew she'd do him good too. Then I went home and I got it on, Sat down to write these words when I was finally alone. And then, about halfway through I wondered if someone knew Where she was, so I could give her a call, And I found out that she was right down the hall, Not too far away, But that's ok, I'll just wait for the day when I can see her again And spend some time.