Love's Revolving Door

LOVE'S REVOLVING DOOR
(Kurt Fortmeyer)
Grating parmesan waiting for the noodles to boil
Tossing romaine with balsamic vinegar and oil
I'll light a candle try to set the mood just right
And then I'll turn off my phone I don't want to hear excuses tonight

At a table for two pouring Chianti in a long-stemmed glass
She's late again I guess she's staying after class
She must be learning a lot from that instructor she won't tell me about
Looks like he's on his way in and I'm on my lonely way out

It's love's revolving door
I know what lies in store
I've been through this before
Love's revolving door

Scraping off my plate thinking any minute she'll walk in
But she'll be too late I'm already going for a spin
I push too fast and too hard I wonder if I'll ever learn
Until I figure things out I'll be taking turn after turn

Love's revolving door
I know what lies in store
I've been through this before
Love's revolving door

I just can't get it right
I must be holding on too tight
So I'm going around once more
Love's revolving door
In and out once more
It's love's revolving door