Matchbook Cover - Seth Swirsky

She wrote her number on a matchbook cover

Before you knew it they were secret lovers

They’d meet at 4 o’clock beneath the covers

Another take before we lose the sun

She leaves the taxi and the dream is done

While the understudy’s looking on

Hey, did we really have a chance?

Was it only just a dream

We created?

And like the disappearing sun

Our love will go on

Even as it’s faded away… away… away

Meanwhile back at Olde Victoria Station

She tries to pick another destination

It seems the ticket taker’s on vacation