The Slow Club

lying in the half-light

singing lullabies

frozen by a reverie unrecognized

keeping with convention

I decline to hesitate

rushing into everything

but always running five minutes late

I barely know you

but baby, would you mind

if we just meet at the slow club?

would you meet me at the slow club?

a phalanx of treadmills

trying to keep up the pace

front-running the hip-parade

keeps a smile on the face

with my favorite t-shirt I will

try to turn your head

but what makes me a better man

can hardly be determined in bed

so what would happen instead

if we just meet at the slow club?

would you meet me at the slow club?

you could be good for me

if we take our time

but I knew before the kiss

by the way you spend

your sunshine