You know sometimes, I don't know why
But this old town just seems so hopeless
I ain't really sure, but it seems I remember the good times
Were just a little bit more in focus
But when she puts her arms around me
I can somehow rise above it
Yeah, man when I got that little girl standin' right by my side
You know, I can tell the whole wide world "shove it!" Hey!

Here comes my girl, here comes my girl
Yeah, and she looks so right; she is all I need tonight

Every now and then I get down to the end of the day
And I have to stop and ask myself why I've done it
It just seems so useless to have to work so hard
And nothin' ever really seems to come from it

And then she looks me in the eye and says
"We're gonna last forever"
And man, you know I can't begin to doubt it
No, cause it just feels so good, and so free, and so right!
I know we ain't never gonna change our minds about it - hey!

Here comes my girl, here comes my girl
Yeah, and she looks so right, she is all I need tonight
(Watch her walk)

Every time it seems like there ain't nothin' left no more
I find myself having to reach out and grab hold of something
Yeah, I just catch myself wondering, waiting, worrying
About some silly little things that don't add up to nothin'

And then she looks me in the eye and says
"We're gonna last forever"
And man, you know I can't begin to doubt it
No, cause it just feels so good, and so free, and so right!
I know we ain't never gonna change our minds about it - hey!

Here comes my girl, here comes my girl
Yeah, and she looks so right, she is all I need tonight..

a mind to gently contemplate
a tongue to learn silence.

She's planting out her window box
Young shoots are showing through
She thinks about the Springtime
And the garden she once knew

There were primroses and daffodils
Sweet violets white and blue
She thinks about her husband
And when their love was new

Buds and blooms open up
They scent and colour Summer long
She thinks about those happy days
When they were young and strong

Sunset's falling sooner now
Petals drop, the show is done
She gathers up her Winter shawl
Prepares for what’s to come

melancholy
me-lanc-holy
bereft of hope

its a serious sin
its a lack of faith

its a lack of believing
in love

I live in a dying vessel

I wrote all these words for you
I wonder if you'll ever read them