Well, we watched the starlings fly,

Around the burnt-down pier and die,

Spilled my coffee on my sleeve,

She wiped it with a smile,

And told me I was juvenile,

And kissed me softly on my cheek.

And her hair danced in the breeze,

Like a thousand swinging trees,

In a forest lying next to stormy seas.

Well, we watched the wintry sky,

Turn a shade of turquoise, I,

Whispered softly, I feel lost,

She turned with laughing eyes,

And curled her lips towards the sky,

And said, "get your map out, then, you knob!"

And we laughed like a pair of fools,

Like kids, they laugh at school,

And we wandered home before the day brought dusk.