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 then 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 I no longer knew what bells sounded like.

I thought we'd strike up a conversation

Till bad luck cruised in

On his ten-speed bike.

I got real cold and I grabbed coat

And I saw that the ringing was coming from your throat.



What are you saying anyway?