Exit Sign from Homonyms by John

I see you sat beneath the exit sign - I’m up on stage and you’re on my mind.
I see you sat beneath the exit sign – I’m up on stage and you’re in my sightline.
I see your silhouette at the back of the bar
and I can still remember how you feel in the dark.
You’ll steal a cigarette when I put down my guitar,
put your arm around me and see how things are.

I nearly called you bout a dozen times, saying come over baby for a bottle of wine.
I nearly called you bout a dozen times but something inside said no don’t try.
Cause we both know how that story ends – two hungover lovers trying to be friends. But I can’t deny when your eye meets mine
I wanna be with you baby til the morning light.

And oo! It’s the same old dance, the same old song.
And oo! But a different dress – whose gonna put it on?

Who is gonna put it on? Me or you – whose gonna put it on?

But if we relapse, is it such a crime? To do what we want when we’re in our prime?
Two repeat offenders doing time in the arms of each other where it feels right.
Because there are days when I don’t know which way to turn, how fast to go.
And anxiety’s got me by the throat but it feels good in your winter coat.

And oo! It’s the same old dance, the same old song.
And oo! But a different dress – whose gonna put it on?

Who is gonna put it on? Me or you – whose gonna put it on?
Baby don’t tell me I’ve got it wrong – who, whose gonna put it on?

• Country
• folk pop
• folk rock
• St. John'S