A voice on the radio tells him to dance

But he’s pulling over for a truck stop romance.

A stare from the shadow in the space the door.

The second this week and a thousand before.

The feeling comes on her as darkness descends

The echo of a hollow heart never ends

She’ll go out alone all dressed up as mutton

Or join the starved and the greedy at the touch of a button.

I will hold you if you will hold me

You say the word and I’ll let you go free.

Be gone before morning, the story’s so old.

The blankets are warm but the comfort is cold.

No valentines card no billing or cooing.

No chocolates or roses or candlelit wooing.

No wedding planner no flower arranger.

Just a glance in the dark and the touch of a stranger.

I will hold you if you will hold me

You say the word and I’ll let you go free.

Be gone before morning the story’s so old.

Who are you to tell me that the comfort is cold?

No solemn vows and no anniversary.

No christening gown, no pickup from nursery.

They say that a life without love can be rough

But the kindness of a stranger is sometimes enough.

They meet in at club through strobe lights and smoke.

Another strong drink and another weak joke.

She said we can go and make love till the dawn breaks

But don’t be waiting around for the cornflakes.

I will hold you if you will hold me

You say the word and I’ll let you go free.

They say that a life without love can be rough

But the kindness of a stranger is sometimes enough.

I will hold you if you will hold me

You say the word and I’ll let you go free.

They say that a life without love can be rough

But the kindness of a stranger is sometimes enough.

The kindness of a stranger is sometimes enough.

(lyrics by Vin Murtagh ©2011)