Let Me

Up North, November, and you're playing pool And leaning into it, but playing it cool All the shaking hands, spilling after-hours wine I'm thinking I could get to you in time It's too loud in here and it's too cold outside I'm not sure I'm reading the writing on the walls just right Tracing the high streets to the high road Take this with me on my way home Could be, would you let me? Could be, would you let me? You wanted to say something, I could tell It's all this driving and the bars and the hotels And all the late nights and the leaning in The calm before the storm begins Being here could be the sign of a bad start Maybe this love will tear us apart Maybe it'll just end Or we'll never not be together again Could be, would you let me? Could be, would you let me? Could be, would you let me?