Text: Julie Moffitt. Slow.

He'll find her long hair on the pillow

and she'll find herself unable to sleep at night.

They'll make their way through the day-to-day and try to take it slow,

try to let it go.



She'll swear it was just a fling;

it didn't mean a thing,

sometimes we all get a little wild.

And he'll come in late from his coffee break,

trying to shake the tears

he's been hiding like a child.

She'll pass by, he'll catch her eye and time will slow,

and he'll turn to go.



well, it was just one night

it was only one dance

like a scene from a movie

their whirlwind romance

maybe unwise,

looking back with clear eyes

and that's just the way love, sometimes, wants to go

and with a hunger like that

they couldn't have taken it slow



He'll do the thing where he dials every digit but the last one

and hangs up fast

when he starts to lose his nerve.

And she'll drive the wrong way down a oneway street

and look up saying his name

just in time to swerve.



And if anybody asks,

they'll both laugh and say, "nearly forgot about that."

She'll blulsh and he'll turn away

Is it over just like that?



oh, it was just one night

it was only one dance

like a scene from a movie

their whirlwind romance

maybe unwise, looking back with clear eyes

but that just the way love, sometimes, wants to go

and with a hunger like that, they couldn't have taken it slow

no they couldn't have taken it slow



it was just one night

it was only one dance

like a scene from a movie

their whirlwind romance

maybe unwise, looking back with clear eyes

but thats just the way love, sometimes, wants to go

and with a hunger like that, they couldn't have taken it slow.