Try to focus
     on us, lady;
time's been slipping
     sideways, crazy.
It's been too long
     now since your head
graced the pillow
     on my old bed.
It waits for you.
     So I wait, too,
under the tree.
     You remember,
don't you, darling,
     the willow tree
where you and I
     learned how to fly?
Fly back to me,
     and bring your song.