Hourglass sand runs out like the wind
Emotions from our hearts just tumble and spin
Pounding music from my bedroom
Lets it out, and lets it in...

Do you really have to go darlin?
do you really have to go all the way back home?
do you really have to go darlin?
don't you know that it'll leave me  all alone?

So she sits right at that table
you know, she puts her little hand in mine
and the tears that fill her sweet brown eyes
Say a million things her lips could never define

And one day perhaps an upturned coffee cup
will bring her here to me, if I just cannot get up
She'll take my hand and hold it for a little while
Then whisper to me sadly with her tender smile

Do you really have to go darlin?
do you really have to go all the way back home?
do you really have to go darlin?
don't you know that it'll leave me all alone?

I had the sweetest purest dream
More real than I have known
and in it there were mountains
and a secret magic home.

Then my lover came to me
and my love enchanted me
and in my heart
She placed a magic dart.

All in the silky silence
I felt the tendrils grow
Abounding through my essence then
What others cannot know.

and the atoms changed in me
The musician changed the key
The earth shook then
and all began to spin.

My lover's mouth, like berries
is wondrous, deep and dear
I taste it in her absence..
I taste it when she's near.

No matter where I go
Her face before me goes
Now here, now there
I see her everywhere.

I had the sweetest purest dream
More real than I have known
and in it there were mountains
and a secret magic home...

Empty streets in the rain....

Wouldn't we have said,
"there's a song about that"?
and smiled into each other's eyes.

But I was there today...
on those streets we gilded
with our bright new love.

I stopped at the corner by the parish
and heard your voice;
its little happy gasps, and
excited half whispers.

I remember you, sitting down
under sweeping branches,
but still reaching up
to hold my hand
in the beauty of the night...

... but now it is just another day
smattering with rain.
your ghost plays hide and seek with me
and our music storms in my head.