Out Of Reach

I heard the word from a friend I know of a place downtown to go
The people there are not ordinary folk.
Smoke and air share the room. Battered men on barstool pews
Cigarettes burn in the hands of all in view
A thought in time cut in stone. In the corner sits a woman alone
I need a couple shots before I say hello. I say hello...

Can she be something out of reach
Right in front of me?
Can she be something out of reach
Right in front of me?

I make my way. She drinks her wine.
My heart spills out like a desperate cry
"Hey, what's your name? Do you wanna know mine?"
It's hard as hell, truth be told, to break into another one's world
She's all dressed up in diamonds and pearls. Diamonds and pearls...

Can she be something out of reach
Right in front of me?
Can she be something out of reach
Right in front of me?

Clarity came over me. It's clear to see. She's of a different breed
Retreat to my whiskey and seat
There I go; become a ghost; a battered soul. Yes, I'm one of those
I know it shows from the shape of my clothes. It shows...

Can she be something out of reach
Right in front of me?
Can she be something out of reach
Right in front of me?

Let her be something out of reach
Right in front of me
Let me sleep off this bad dream
Looming over me



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander John Deroo, Carl Jennings, Jonathan Joseph Harley
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