Under a dark blanket of heat on a dance floor crowded with couples Wishing you were there hoping that you really do care wanting you there, not him. In my mind's eye I see you feel you, hear your voice. I want to be in your arms again, cradled against your chest held close, resting against you. Listening to your heartbeat. Standing alone on that crowded dance floor all I could think of was you, wishing you could be there, hoping that you cared, wanting to be with you, not him.