Your hair is gleaming, sweeping like a curtain across your face
The wind rolled through, you smiled.
You wondered what you had missed.
I wondered if you really knew.
It was oddly overcast, a July afternoon.
No, you never really knew.
Passersby cheer, what do we have here?
No, you never really knew.
There's more to you and how I think
Than meets your dreaming eye