And when I see your sunlit eyes it turns my laughter into stone I wait a single hour before the light unreal and alone Summer's waxing in the air the
Bicycles have drifted through these leaves still wet with rain August now has faded in the silence of the rain I remember one Sunday, riding in through
Mrs Jones and I were dreaming of the moon On Wednesday afternoons without a cloud And the mirage of a suburb in the rain On a train and drifting down
Nightingales all summer long beside me in my mind One and one is nine the moon the june moths and the quiet. I have never really been here If I am
But I'll never sleep like this with all the yard just stirring in my mind As the evening rises up and falls now I've got something on my mind And I
Why do humming birds just hum their loneliness to me? 151 or 145 or twice times 123 If we're on delancey steet at night In the after train ride quiet
I'm dreaming in A still and empty night And spooked by trains I leave the window's light Where Jude is trying on her rings And I'm just thinking everything
the taxi lights were in your eyes so warm against st marys spires the carnival was over in the rain and arm in arm through vincent street the evening
Butterflies with gilded wings this morning Touched the red sun and the rain On the bridge the workers pass in threes and fours and fives To my sleeplessness
Only a word is in my mind We'll get high and we'll go watch the lacewings fly We'll get high and we'll go watch the lacewings fly Ever since I saw you
We could walk together In the jade and the coolness of the evening light And watch the crowds serenely flow Through carnivals of shop windows where elm
Drag yourself along to the sweetest Sunday song Then you smile It's the kind of place where dizzy and awake you face the night And I stoop to touch the
Rain Soft in the dark We take a left thru the deepening park Grass Soaking and warm Past the iron gates August has come & I want you so bad in
