Suzanne Vega - Some Journey

If I had met you on some journey
Where would we be now
If we had met some eastbound train
Would you have worn your silken robes
Would I have dressed in smoke and fire
Through some black sleeping town
All made of royal blue?
For you to see through?
Where people do not stay
But shadows touch and pass right through
If we had met in a darkened room
And never see the day
Would I have shown my secret self
Would you have taken me upstairs
And disappeared like the snow?
And turned the lamplight low?
Oh, I could have played your little girl
Or I could have played your wife
I could have played your mistress
I could have played your lady fair
Running danger down through you life
As long as you did not come back home to me
All dressed in lace like the foam from the sea
I could have been your woman of the road
And everything stays in place
But as it is, we live in the city
Instead we meet on the open sidewalk
And it's well I know your face
We talk and talk, we tell the truth
But when I look into your eyes
I wonder what might have been here
There are no shadows here
Where would we be nowBecause if I had met you on some journey
If I had met you on some journey
Where would we be now
If we had met some eastbound train
Would you have worn your silken robes
Would I have dressed in smoke and fire
Through some black sleeping town
All made of royal blue?
For you to see through?
Where people do not stay
But shadows touch and pass right through
If we had met in a darkened room
And never see the day
Would I have shown my secret self
Would you have taken me upstairs
And disappeared like the snow?
And turned the lamplight low?
Oh, I could have played your little girl
Or I could have played your wife
I could have played your mistress
I could have played your lady fair
Running danger down through you life
As long as you did not come back home to me
All dressed in lace like the foam from the sea
I could have been your woman of the road
And everything stays in place
But as it is, we live in the city
Instead we meet on the open sidewalk
And it's well I know your face
We talk and talk, we tell the truth
But when I look into your eyes
I wonder what might have been here
There are no shadows here
Where would we be nowBecause if I had met you on some journey

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