Thinking About

Carving her name in the tree wood

Like a schoolboy I’d return to where I found her

Like a sleeping cat in the door way

I arouse the suspicion of the neighbors

“What could he be thinking about?”

I’m recalling a girl in a city

Far away she won my truth over the ocean

And how these words are to reach her

Like a kite to pull the strings and then retrieve her

That is what I’m thinking about

Do do do do…

And if she returns will I tremble?

Like a fall leaf on a tree left in November

Please if she does may I join her?

And we’ll make sweet lasting music of the weather

That is what I’m thinking about

Yes that is what I’m thinking about

Do do do do

Do do do do