The risk we take, They wring us out -those little moments of halftruths. Nose pink with sniffing. Face ashen with fright. Hope knot in our little time out. We do know the cons But the pros have our hearts We have done it ones. It should have been the last But here I am. And here you are. Scoring another member from the yellow pages. A patronage to cheap motels. Our night outs -and its drops Of borrowed youthful recklessness. This should have been once. But even you can't get enough of you