In a sea of faces, I’m a magician. It appears as if I am talking with my friends, but it’s only pretend. People think I’m smiling at their silky jokes, but it’s really your face in my lens.
The music jams and my feet they upend, my arms are flailing & you’d think I was sailing on rhythms that spin. But what they don’t know, what they can’t see, is I am dancing with you in my arms, yeah baby boy, just you and me.
Really? Really…Seriously? Seriously. There’s no slight of hand, no tricks up my sleeve, ’cause no matter where I roam, you are always with me. Christopher Robert walk the Hundred Acre Woods, forever hand in hand, all the way to that beach by the sea.