Sometimes I think I pass you walkin' on the street and I believe it. Sometimes I think I see you lookin' back at me and now I see it. Everythin' you feel sayin' what is real.
Talking in her sleep again. Reciting lines start to end. She's not crazy, knock on wood. Just a little misunderstood. . Takes a walk at 4 A.M.. Wakes the neighborhood again.
Northern wind. Chimney smoke. Love and pain. Joy and hope. . These are the days of Christmas. . Colored lights and mistle toe. Cinnamon and Nat King Cole.