So, I find myself in a corner
Crimson tale like no other
Stuck in between a hard place
And a fellow named Dave
A funny name for a quiet man
Can't say too much, hope he understands
That we've got nothing in common
Except for that song
Playing so loud yet so soft to the touch
We can't help but stare, over there
To the ones loving the moment's rush
Small talk's too large of a task, Must I ask
What to do with Dave when I've absolutely nothing to add
I can tell, that he too is an unwilling party
To this all too peculiar party
A face to fill the scene
An unwilling heart evergreen
My fingers complete another rhythm melody
Hands in pockets want to wander way from me
How long can this song go on?
The silence must not carry on
Questions too simple, too vague, too rudimentary
You see, we are adults, yet can't converse
With positive results
How long must I sit in place, Placid faced
Next to this man named Dave? Oh Dave!
So, the dance is reaching its finish
Dave is restless and Finnish
Our better halves come to get us
And take us back home
Pleasantries unpleasantly exchanged
Future parties carefully arranged
Better make sure that
We four don't ever cross paths
Feeling relieved cos I truly believed that
Our silence would resume eternally
With no break from reality
As our wives speak of second times
I'm stuck, once again, in a heavy silence with Dave, oh no!