I was sad enough last Saturday I woke you to talk but you didn't have much to say You came to, to two cherry cokes, came to, to coke
In the morning, when the wind is still warm And the rivers still coming and following The Astor hotel is black in the windows Black in the hall, since we left separately I woke you to talk but you didn't have much to say You came to, to two cherry cokes, came to, to coke In the morning, when the wind is still warm And the rivers still coming and following The Astor hotel is black in the windows A country letter, straight from a widow, come in the nighttime To the back porch, throw rocks at my window (You sound like young love) A country letter, straight from a widow (You sound like young love) come in the nighttime And climb the terrace to the landing To the back porch, throw rocks at my window This house built cleverly for you and me (You sound like young love)