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    "Wishful Thinking" Lyrics


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    It's wishful thinking
    It's always wishful thinking, uh huh
    It's wishful thinking
    It's always wishful thinking, and uh


    I used to know this girl as fly as Saturdays
    And every time she smiled my way like honey to me
    I would hold my heart as well as my hopes back
    For fear of how she would have reacted
    If I was to express how I was attracted
    To her spectacular bosoms and vacular___? amenities
    And every time I would see her ever-so-beautiful figure walking the earth
    It would just confuse me
    Making me woozy
    But I kept my mouth shut
    I figured putting myself in such a position of vulnerability
    Would just give her the power to either lose me or abuse me
    So in the dark I stood
    Skylarking I would ponder on what if
    But the what-ifs would have been solved
    If I wasn't so chicken-shit to get involved
    In these matters of the heart
    But that's all in the past and
    She's gone leaving me gasping while asking
    I wonder if I'll ever have another chance
    Wonder if I'll have another dance
    A change in my circumstance
    To romance from wishful thinking

    It was a day like this when we met in 1993
    She came up to me whispering something like sunshine
    While I was in line
    At the festival which couldn't compare
    To the festivities of her beauty
    I moved our conversation from
    Name into hobby
    Hobby into visions
    Visions to envisioning the two of us meeting up again
    If she would just pick the time and place
    The way our eyes embraced
    Sublime troubles bits and based in an ideal song
    I looked into her face and saw my future was less than perfect placement
    Our worries were kept in the basement
    Either that or the attic
    There would be no static
    In our living room
    My mind mapped out the blueprints
    Consuming each other's thoughts in the dining room
    Romance would be placed in the bedroom
    Illuminated with joy and perfume
    Tribulations would be hung in the kid's room
    Furnished with laughter after our lives were situated
    And financially elevated
    Our house would be decorated in colours and feelings I've only seen in
    But was never able to describe
    I felt all of this
    But didn't know how to subscribe
    To her interests
    You know how first impressions are
    Catalogues that come with no index, appendix, or bibliographies
    Just a table of contents for us to guess at
    Choose a chapter and hopefully it works for you
    We agreed that our time shared was pleasurable
    And that we should rendez-vous
    I attached the idea of exchanging numbers
    So again I could see her
    She smiled, sunbeam so warm
    I was blinded by her glare
    Meanwhile mesmerized by the magnificent mana she seemed to bear
    Then said she would be back at the festival tomorrow
    And to meet right here
    (Like, right here in this particular spot?)


    Now I had expected a no-show
    Kept on checking the time on my wrist-match
    Then felt a elbow nudge me from the back
    When I turned around and she was top-notch
    Smelling like butterscoth
    When trying to speak
    I was too shocked
    All blocked up in my voice-box
    I just stood there and smiled
    She took my hand, manoeuvred me through the crowd
    I hung on like a child
    That's a security blanket for dear life
    We rounded the bin where
    She took me into her booth
    She was a vendor, visual artist, a poet
    Who loved to work with the youth
    Said what attracted her to me was my aura
    Seemed to bear truthfulness
    In a world full of filthiness
    And hearts swallowed up into emptiness
    Not in the exact words but I said the same
    We sat there all day in the shade talking
    Boredom never came
    I told her about my music
    I said I wanted to use it to touch
    Use it to travel around the world sharing my views on such and such
    And finally to clutch a point in time where I could say that I was happy
    Own a business, have a wife and some children to call me pappy
    Nodding her head she smirked and said she knew our ideas would work and
    Not in the exact words but I said the same
    Evening quickly arrived and I had to go
    It was the last day of the festival
    Smiling she said she was glad I came
    A pen was pulled
    I supplied the paper
    Numbers were exchanged
    We both stood up and showed love in the form of a hug
    And went our separate ways
    I remember them vividly in my memory
    Those yesterdays


    She held delightful conversations over the phone
    With a mouthful of words that
    When were said made you feel like you were
    Worth something more than just flesh and bone
    Taking up space and time
    Our discussions raced the mind
    Forever building, healing, exchanging ideas
    Drilling to the core of what we were here for
    How to communicate with ancestors and
    Why we as people deserved more
    From equal rights, revolutionary fights to spiritual insight
    She even shot over to the house and gave me a cooking lesson one night
    It was nothing fancy
    Rice and beans seasoned with a side order of plantainels
    The table was lit with candles
    We sat juxtaposed and stood out the windows
    To gaze at the stars
    I said let's make a wish on that reddish one
    She was like "Fool, that's Mars!"
    Then mapped out all the celestial bodies from the little dipper up to the
    And finally picked one
    We closed our eyes and made a wish
    But I substituted my wish for hope
    And it still wasn't enough to anchor us down
    You see hope holds just a little bit more weight than a wish
    And my wish turned hope then swish
    And my time was too short on the rebound
    The clock countdown was to my disadvantage
    And I'm not the type to come with full-court pressure
    So my game's ?
    In her eyes I was tucked away and forgotten
    And all my plottin' to win this girl
    Too small to be measured
    And so now all I have to treasure is my wishful thinkin
    This song was submitted on September 19th, 2012 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Earl Klugh.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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