THAT REAL THING

Here’s one you’ve heard before
Whoah, whoah
Oh, yeah!

Here’s one you’ve heard before
It’s that broken-hearted song
The one we lovers sing when everything’s gone wrong
I really must confess, I’ve been so all alone
I am your proverbial dog without a bone
I wake up in the morning, I can’t figure out why
If I’ve been hurt so bad, why do I even try?
Lunch time rolls around, I got nothing on my plate
I start to ruminate: Is loneliness my fate?
And as the sun goes down, it starts to get much worse
As though I’m stuck under some dark and ancient curse

For that real thing, baby,
What you talking about?
That real good thing
What?
That real thing, baby
Real thing?
You know what I mean
How would I know?

Finally I fall asleep, a measure of relief
That’s when my vision comes to tranquilize my grief
She understands me so mysteriously
I’m surely grateful for her loving company
Is there someone out there who dreams each night of me?
From whom this vision comes, this night-time fantasy?
Perhaps she needs a love that will not fade away
A love that’s strong like mine never to betray
You know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout
You know what I mean
It ain’t dragonflies and geckoes, baby
But it still makes you want to scream

For that real thing, baby, that real good thing
That real thing, baby, you know what I mean
What you gonna do?
Maybe, baby, we’re gonna save your soul
Oh, you are?
Maybe, baby, we’re gonna make you whole
Hmm, sounds pretty good!
Maybe, baby, down lover’s lane we will stroll
Oooh, that sounds good, too!
Maybe, baby, we’ll put some rock into your roll
Some what? You’ll do what? Whoa! Watch out!
For that real thing, baby, that real good thing
That real thing, baby, you know what I mean

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

THAT REAL THING