It’s what I do all week long while I’m waiting to be with you the next time. I plan. I scheme. I remember what we did last time and oh so many times before.
And when I’m worn out from thinking about being there, I go to sleep where my dreams take over and there’s no telling what kind of places I might venture to with you. If I’m lucky I’ll even remember those dreams and write them down. It’s bound to make the next show even better.
I wonder if this one came from a dream? It’s anybody’s guess.