in my car I ride
past a place out there
where I remember once thinking
of the blooming spring,
that was the day–
yes I remember that day
clearly now when it was
five o'clock and I bought you a
birthday card that I never gave you,
remember–you don't but still I remember
today and tomorrow–
and when it was real
because it was this day, this place, this time
and spring–
and spring makes me remember,
remember you.