Matt Scott - synths, bass, engineer, producer John Pfeifer - music/lyrics, vocal, guitar, producer
Michelle. That's it, just Michelle.
My heart still skips a beat when I see a green Pontiac.
And who's this in the soft drink aisle, she sure looks like you from the back.
You stretched your arms before you, let loose with your most beautiful smile.
Your eyes invited me in that night, but I missed your drift by a mile.
You ran and waved me over to the corner where we'd finally get a chance to chat.
If the trembling in my voice didn't give me away, well I guess I gotta thank God for that.
So why the hell'd you ask me for a number that you'd never dial?
Unless you were overnight put off shopping, I guess I'm not your thrift store buddy no more.
Let's say, for the sake of argument.
Let's say, that miracles can really happen.
Let's say, that timeless night continues on.
It's funny that I never run into you in a town the size of Pontiac.
Of course I'm not around very much anymore, so maybe when I get back.
Let's say, that you were really into this.
Let's say, the evening ended with a kiss.
Let's say, just for a second that you weren't kidding me.
Let's say, the phone goes off at some ungodly hour.
Let's say, you sound on the verge of tears.
Let's say, you say you woke up from the pain of missing me.