I was clumsy And you were busy Round the streets by the park It was 1962 When I first set my eyes on you Wandering the streets of New York
I heard the whistling wires In the sand blasted outlands I walked in from Salako Layered in dust To tired to speak To tired to sleep And I lay down with the dark heavens in my eyes And we spoke, in the dark back mind
I heard the whistling wires
In the sand blasted outlands
I walked in from Salako
Layered in dust
To tired to speak
To tired to sleep
And I lay down with the dark heavens in my eyes
And we spoke, in the dark back mind
