Well, we watched the starlings fly, Around the burnt-down pier, and I Spilled my coffee on my sleeve, She wiped it with a smile, And told me I was juvenile, And kissed me softly on my cheek
And her hair danced in the breeze, Like a thousand swinging trees, In a forest lying next to stormy seas
Well, we watched the wintry sky, Turn a shade of turquoise, I, Whispered softly, “I feel lost, “ She turned with laughing eyes, And curled her lips towards the sky, And said, “get your map out, then, you knob!”
And we laughed like a pair of fools, Like kids, they laugh at school, And we wandered home before the day brought dusk