Friday Night at Moxies

The simplest act of kindness yields the greatest pleasure.

You’re the bar by which I measure.

There’s a place behind your mask where a stranger ain’t seen.

There’s a thought on the table where no one’s been.

I know a place where no one’s got a face. Have a mind where everyone’s blind.

It seems to me you’re beautiful in the light. You’re a place in the darkness, a wink in the eye.

So tell me baby, where ya been. How’s it going, who’s your friend.

Seen all the lies and I got a mind for your secret cries.