put on your coat and let’s go
or leave it—it’s not very cold
and I’ll hold you
I know that it’s late and you’re tired
but it’s just such a beautiful night
and I’m lonely
I’d like to think that you happen to think of me sometimes
watching a passing grey cloud in the summer sky
we followed the yellow brick road
and talked about people we’d known and got over
we paused at the ancient grave site
a satellite passed in the sky, quite unknowing
I’d like to think that you happen to think of me sometimes
watching a passing grey cloud in the summer sky
well the rain came as no great surprise
and quite frankly we didn’t mind
but just because you say something twice
doesn’t mean that it has to be so
listlessly skimming through dusty old poetry
I find that I’m not so sure it means anything anymore
and the rain came as no great surprise
and quite frankly we didn’t mind
but just because you say something twice
doesn’t mean that it has to be so
