Friday, August 1, 2008

About this time last year, I wrote this song . . .

Hey how you been he said
Taking my hand in his
My heart is on my sleeve
Waiting for him to see

My heart is so fragile
Often prone to breaking it is
I know I will recover
If his eyes pass me over

I am lost in the crowd
Just another brown-eyed girl
But he looks behind the glass
To see what he can

Maybe he will leave, turn around
Pull his hat down
I am hoping he will come towards me
Take my hand and wink
Wave to the crowd
And start up this mountain with me

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