I can tell by the look on your face

It's not something you offer

It's like something you waste

Is it words, precious time

Or just the wine

Now it's open we might as well taste

There's a smoldering I can't explain

It's not like you at all

So I think I just wait

For the words you rehearsed

I'll hear them first

And when it's over at least it was great

Can you turn your heart

Like you turn your head

It was lovely but it's getting late

And the next thing I know

I'll be well on my way

To the one thing I own

Call it home

But in the morning it won't feel the same

Can you turn your heart

Like you turn your head