She can smell the campfire burning,
With the moon shining down on the lake,
And he looks over to her as he says:
"I've got a little confession I've got to make."
She flashes a milky smile over at him,
As she looks into his bright blue eyes,
"Will it make me happy or sad?" She asks,
Smiling through her pathetic disguise.
And he takes her hand, holding it in his,
As he looks into her eyes and sighs:
"If i was to guess, I'd take a stab at sad,"
She shutters, sensing the horrible good-byes.
So she looks over to him with tears in her eyes,
"Then don't tell me," she whispers quietly,
And he looks to her surprised and confused,
But relieved there was no confession of his lies.
And with her head rested on his shoulder,
Tears streak down her solemn face,
And he smiles thinking she doesn't know,
About the nights he spends in disgrace.
