Another Lyric

My head is much more in protest-song land right now, but revisiting something sweeter is a pleasant respite.
This came pouring out of the uke at the start of the summer.
I still like it.

Come To Me Tonight

There’s a cream of wheat moon breaking the horizon
Porch-light melting into sweet cream butter
All the whole wide world is hoping
you’ll come to me tonight

There’s a cross-town bus blowing on the meadow
Reminding us of all we left behind
You can taste its tang against the cool
If only you will come to me tonight

Fireflies are dancing in my eyes
Drunk with dreaming I’ll procrastinate the sunrise
Meadowlark is singing in the dark
I'm afraid that rooster’s got my number

Yes, I’ve tried my best to fathom your address
Touched each doorbell and dialed every phone
Come to me or I will be
Alone--forever yours--all my life
So please
Come to me tonight