Walking down the street kicking up the leaves
Like a latter day Snoopy and Woodstock
Man when you sit there I could almost hear
Guaraldi playing in my head
Well the city's been good to you all those you
The rain refuses,
a few drops and then it stops,
a few drops and then it stops
The city holds its breath
You come home from work
And I can tell around the corners of our talk
That this waiting on the
Well I promised I'd speed the journey home
But I saw the magic tonight
So I stopped my speck of a car amidst the
mountains
And the silence and the starlight
I've been so long silent
So when I spoke I
Are these your arms across your chest?
Is that your face turned from me?
Are these your legs drawn between us?
Is this you?
No wonder
Is this my voice, pleading, broken, bitter?
Is this my mouth fill
Close my door
Close my eyes
Press my fingers to the glass
Why does November drag its heels when October
never seems to last?
The television tells us love can make a mute man
speak or
make a closed man
Well the leaves have gone away
And the cold is here to stay
And the wind picks up and calls my name
And the gulls they cough and die
And the buses drive on by
And they shake my room the way you do
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