It was Saturday night at the square of Pi
With a juke box moon and a florescent sky
He was staring at the menu when she walked in
He smiled, she smiled, he smiled again
"Apple" she said "think I’ll give it a try,
I heard it’s good", he said "then so will I"
There they sat a la mode
It was warm for Wisconsin but the night was cold
They waltzed the one way streets of town
They walked 'em up, they walked 'em down
You could take a wrong turn, still be walkin’ around
Maybe fall through the cracks and never be found
Standing alone at the wishing well
Not a penny to his name, no story to tell
How close can you get and never touch
What can you say without talking too much
It was her Irene Adler to his Sherlock Holmes
She went off to Paris, left him alone
To track her foot prints through the dust of his dreams
To find her photograph in the last scene
He weighed the evidence lying under the trees
No crime, no criminal, Just a cool autumn breeze
Then his eyelids grew heavy and he started to doze
Look out, look out, here come one of those
(dreams)
She was reading a book out at the front desk
Paging Sergeant Pepper on the public address
He hadn’t gone to class, hadn’t studied for the test
Why he couldn't find his room is anybody’s guess
He wanted a home, the sine welcomed guests
that was the dream, more or less
Then he woke in the late, late afternoon
Shadows so long they reached the moon
It was Saturday night at the square of Pi
With a juke box moon and a florescent sky
He was staring at the menu when she walked in
He smiled, she smiled, he smiled again
"Apple" she said "think I’ll give it a try,
I heard it’s good", he said "then so will I"
He woke in the late, late afternoon
With shadows so long they reached the moon
Copyright 2013 by Scott D. Stieber