And Just as Love's Silhouette Appears, I Close My Eyes and Disappear Tonight

tell me, baby, tell me
are you still on the stoop-
watching the windows close?
i've not seen you lately
on the street by the beach
or places we used to go

i've a picture of you on our favorite day by the seaside
there's a bird stealing bread
that i brought
out from under my nose

tell me, baby, tell me
does his company make light of a rainy day?
how i've missed you lately
and the way you would speak
and all that we wouldn't say

do his hands in your hair feel a lot like a thing you believe in?
or a bit like a bird stealing bread out from under your nose?

tell me, baby, tell me
do you carry the words around like a key or change?
i've been thinking lately
of a night on the stoop
and all that we wouldn't say

if i see you againon the street by the beach in the evening...
will you fly like a bird stealing bread out from under my nose?






I wish someone could tell me what I wanted. You'd think it would be something easy to know, right? I do miss you, and I'm sure you might understand better than I do right now, because you almost always do. Why are we always having to choose between the past and the present and the future? You can't have all three you know?

Anyway, I do love you.