ON THE VERGE
Words and music by Hugh Prestwood
As sung by Collin Raye

Well, they shouldn't 'a' played that good.
I got carried away and let the music go to my head.
Well, she shouldn't 'a' worn that dress.
The way it curled around when she was spinnin' just killed me dead.
My heart began to tell my body and my soul
It had gotten in the mood to lose control.

CHORUS: Oh, no! When did neon lights turned into moon glow?
When did that jukebox turn to a rainbow?
I'm about to give in to this urge.
One more slow dance with her arms around me,
One more long glance and nothing will slow down me.
I got no chance; if I'm not in love, I'm on the verge.

All I wanted to be was cool.
It ain't my style to overheat, much less burn.
But as I floated across the floor,
All at once I flashed right past the point of no return.
And when we said goodnight, the sun was on the rise.
Any stars that hadn't set had fallen in my eyes.

CHORUS: TAG: If I'm not in love, I'm on the verge.