(written by Janis Ian and Buddy Mondlock). Just the pattern of sunlight on a building. Just a flash in a window I was passing. Just a frame in a movie I remembered.
I learned the truth at seventeen. That love was meant for beauty queens. And high school girls with clear skinned smiles. Who married young and then retired..
She's back from Amsterdam. And I think the journey did her well. Her face has lost it's touch. The tell tale signs of loneliness inside. . But I love her still.
Underneath the neon sign. of Harry's Bar and Grill. Someone hugs a bottle. to take away the chill.. Oh. but the wind still blows. carries his sleeping soul.