In the coldest time of year, the strangest gift has found me here… where boarding houses used to be now these torn shades are all i see...
From a window up above, I hear old voices begin cascading, then stop awhile and then the medicine is already fading… If not for you I knew I’d go to the harbor down below.
For all my friends I’ll always miss, don’t have time for one more kiss….
All along the road the trees and the wind seem to be weaving; and up the avenue the morning is already leaving. It’s time I quit and it did the same.
Gone from the terrace down to St James, to take a look at what I’ve known… did not know how to take so long.
To all my friends I’ll always miss— don’t have time for one more kiss.