Star Dusting

Toward the end of our first year in las vegas

You looked up from your little corner

And i saw that your face was getting a little brighter

And you asked me is it really getting warmer

Or is it just me

And then you started mumbling unintelligibly

So what are you saying anyway?

I thought i heard bells ringing

But then i remembered that i no longer knew what bells sounded like

I thought maybe we'd strike up a conversation

'till bad luck cruised by on his ten-speed bike

I got real cold

And i grabbed my coat

And i saw that the ringing was coming from your throat

What are you saying anyway?