We can never know about the days to come. But we think about them anyway. And I wonder if I'm really with you now. Or just chasing after some finer day.
(Carly Simon). . Are you ticklish. Or did I just hit a funny bone. Are you ticklish. Are we really alone?. . Do you like me. Or am I just hoping for too much.
(Carly Simon). . Some destination,. A footstep in the sand. Some indication,. A truth to understand.. I'm going hunting,. To find it if I can.. But it might be just an arrow,.
Heat's up, tea's brewed. Clothes strewn around the room. Looks like a wind swept through. Made a wild man out of you. And doesn't anger turn you on. An expectation of a calm.