(Shel Silverstein). . If I'd only come and gone. The way I've always done with summer girls before. Shared one night with you and never reached for more.
(S. Silverstein). . And I remember her on the streets of New York City. As I walked the night needing some place warm to go. As she passed I said "Hey there's snowflakes on your lashes".
I can't touch the clouds for you, I'll never reach the sun for you. I've never done the things that you need done for you. I stretched as high as I can reach, I guess I'm not the one for you.