I write to you today, my dear,
Upon this stool of toad
I write to you today, my love,
To tell of wishes owed

I wish for you to come back home,
I wish it to be soon
I wish to see your eyes again,
Shining like the moon

I wish to feel you lips on mine,
Tender skin so soft
I wish you were to lay with me,
In this drafty loft

I wish to see your body dance,
In tempo next to mine
I wish that you would write me back,
Or even send a sign

But these wishes that I wish upon
That star so way up  high
Never reach the star's bright face
And quickly fall and die

There is a time
And there is a place
Where I'll sit around
And live out my days

I will be old and calm,
Watching lives go by
I will ponder my own,
And sometimes cry

Remember, I will,
The days of my life
The good like sweet nectar,
The bad like a knife

But that day is not today,
And it's surely not tomorrow
It lies a time years from now
After surviving much sorrow

But for now I'll live my life,
Without so much as a care
Whether I live my life rich,
Or leave my pockets bare

I could travel to places far,
Or stay close to home
I could love someone special,
Or remain forever alone

So many decisions to be made,
They could be decided now or later
I could be a sweet lover,
Or become a dangerous hater

Yesterday has happened,
And the future is to be decided
So I'll live through today,
And let my fears be subsided

Our love is like a dove
Reaching its wings to a place high above
But this dove that is so much like our love
Cannot reach those places high above

It's on the ground
Where it will stay
It can jump and it can play
But the joy will cease
And its crown, it will lay