Suffice it to say, I had a good night. *grins like idiot and wanders dreamily off*

Why
When I was nine, Michael and I
Entered a talent show down at the Y
Nine A.M. went to rehearse by some stairs
Mike couldn't sing
But I said, "No one cares"
We sang "Yellow Bird" and "Let's Go Fly A Kite"
Over and over and over
Till we got it right
When we emerged from the YMCA
Three o'clock sun had made the grass hay
I thought,
Hey, what a way to spend the day
Hey, what a way to spend the day
I make a vow, right here and now
I'm gonna spend my time this way
When I was sixteen, Michael and I
Got parts in West Side
At White Plains High
Three o'clock went to rehearse in the gym
Mike played Doc, who didn't sing
Fine with him
We sang, "Gotta rocket in your pocket and the
Jets are gonna have their day tonight"
Over and over and over
Till we got it right
When we emerged, wiped out by that play
Nine o'clock, stars and moon lit the way
I thought,
Hey, what a way to spend a day
Hey, what a way to spend a day
I made a vow
I wonder now
Am I cut out to spend my time this way?
With only so much time to spend
Don't wanna waste the time I'm given
Have it all, play the game
Some recommend
I'm afraid, it just may be time to give in
I'm twenty-nine, Michael and I
Live on the west side of SoHo and Y
Nine A.M. I write a lyric or two
Mike sings a song now on Mad Avenue
I sing, "Come to your senses
Defenses are not the way to go"
Over and over and over
Till I got it right
When I emerge from B Minor or A
Five o'clock, diner calls, I'm on my way
I think,
Hey, what a way to spend a day
Hey, what a way to spend a day
I make a vow
Right here and now
I'm gonna spend my time this way
I'm gonna spend my time this way
Tick, Tick...Boom!

the night is nearly over † the day is almost here