it makes a difference
when you walk through a room
with that worrisome smile
road weary perfume
but this isn’t the place
and it isn’t the time
for this beautiful delusion
that is robbing me blind
i want to know
i want to know
will it make a difference
when i go
it makes a difference
that i’m feeling this way
with plenty to think about
and so little to say
except for this confession
that is poised on my lips
i’m not letting go of God
I’m just losing my grip
i want to know
i want to know
will it keep you guessing
when i go
what is a love
if the love’s not my own
this is not my home
this is lonely
but never alone
i just want to hold you
in my gaze for awhile
so i can remember
every line around your smile
then i want to know
i want to know
will it make a difference
when I go
