Invention Lyrics - Stephanie J. Block: This Place I Know - Stephanie J. Block

This evening has been swell, a first date in New York. 

You asked the proper questions, you used the proper fork. 

You looked into my eyes, you were calm, polite, composed. 

You even bypassed my pet peeve and chewed with your mouth closed. 

We paid the check, you walked me home, a sweet kiss at my door. 

And then came the big question: Would I like to see you more? 

Well, I shouldnt make a date without my book in front of me, 

Cause Im always double booking which can cause catastrophe. 

And although its never personal, just merely oversight, 

Ive ticked off many friends and with my mother had a fight 

About my irresponsibility and how its down right rude 

To be so absentminded and show such ingratitude 

As to not remember who and when and where I said Id be, 

But my mother is impossible and somehow doesnt see 

That its strictly lack of focus or theres too much on my mind 

So that little things like names and dates get somehow left behind 

In some file I cannot access sits some corner of my brain. 

But I didnt mean to bring Mom up or stand here and complain! 

For the simple point Im trying to make despite the time it took 

Is that I really cant do anything without my friggin book! 

And I guess that we would be remiss to not pay some attention 

To the simple fact that both of us are busy, did I mention? 

I take a class in pottery and practical philosophy 

Which mother finds indulgent but its just my curiosity 

About the world around me, so that means without a doubt 

That Tuesday nights and Friday afternoons are simply out. 

And Im sure you have your conflicts and appointments you must keep, 

And then theres all the little things, like laundry, food, and sleep. 

Not to say that its impossible and far from insurmountable. 

Its just that as two grownups we must always be accountable 

For all the little details and demands upon our time 

Which can sometimes seem ridiculous and make an uphill climb 

Of our day to day existence like a race that cant be won, 

And all but just eliminate the time for any fun. 

And I probably should mention, although maybe its too soon 

That I tend to be a little shy and hide in my cocoon. 

I really am the quiet type and what you call old fashion 

For my physical affection for the one I date is rationed out 

In small amounts, and over time it takes a while to bloom 

And moving on to second base takes months so dont assume 

That the speed of my libido has a thing to do with you. 

Its really just some Catholic crap that Im still working through. 

And then there is the question which is open for debate 

Of whether Im in any frame of mind to even date. 

I mean is it too soon after the last misadventure 

To put myself through that kind of assorted mess again, sure 

They say that time is healing and I truly feel of course, 

When one falls off the best advice is jump back on the horse. 

But the wounds are deep and slow to heal and even though Ive tried 

I sometimes feel Im meant to be the bridesmaid not the bride. 

Oh my God! I must be swimming in some red wine sort of haze. 

Im resorting now to metaphors and tired old clichs. 

You really must forgive me for its far from illustrative 

Of the normal sort of gal I am whos smart and so creative. 

This ramblings got to cease, for I know you must be weary 

Of this seemingly ridiculous avoidance of your query 

So I guess the simple truth, which defies all comprehension 

If there was a quicker path to take than this prolonged invention. 

When you asked me for another date it caused me to digress. 

I should have gotten to the point and simply answered no.