Poetic License

October 23, 2015 § 2 Comments

When I was a younger man working in television news, I spent roughly eight months working at a television station in Alexandria, Louisiana. I was, I think, the only person on staff not from the Deep South.

As a semi-regular ritual, some of the news staff would gather for Happy Hour at what was probably the fanciest hotel in town. The Bentley Hotel was a structure with distinctive Grecian architecture and room rates I’m sure none of us could afford.

The lyrics below were inspired by the memory of one specific Happy Hour at that hotel. The first line in the song actually happened. The rest is pure imagination. I won’t share what actually transpired so as not to destroy the illusion. (NOTE: The lyrics have been revised to add an additional verse, shown below in bold type, and to remove what was the very last line.)

Just For One Night

I met a Cajun girl who asked me to dance
Beneath the Louisiana sky
I smelled her perfume on the evening breeze
That night, I felt like I could fly

She had hair that was as dark as coal
And eyes that could look deep down inside
When that magic night was finally over
I had nothing left to hide

Just for one night —
The stars aligned and time stood still
I don’t remember her name
But I remember the thrill

When she led me out onto the floor
It felt as if we were all alone
She took my hand and led me someplace deep
Someplace that I had never known

For an instant, when her eyes met mine
I felt like I was ten feet in the air
And even though the floor was crowded
We were the only people there

Just for one night —
The stars aligned and time stood still
I don’t remember her name
But I remember the thrill

Though it was just one night so many years ago
I hold tight to the memory
Two joined as one —
A single moment in the sun —
I wonder if she ever thinks of me

Even though we’ve gone our separate ways
I still can recall that magic night
Though we were never mean to have forever
What we shared was oh, so right

Just for one night —
The stars aligned and time stood still
I don’t remember her name
But I remember the thrill

Just for one night —
The stars aligned and time stood still
I don’t remember her name
But I remember the thrill

© 2015 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

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