| As the wind sailed you down my river I thought of all that might have been...Little toys,and lasting joys that are made for someone other...I took a name from out of my hat,and tossed it into the ring,never knowing if I'd get it back,or much of anything... My face was turned away;how long;I really couldn't say,but my heart skipped a beat,that might have been sweet;how could I tell?...These rusty hinges on my wayward life don't hold a thing,but pride...Hear them squeaking as you come inside,and ring the bell...Does it have to hurt so bad?Am I really going mad?..No.I don't think I am,but I've got a mind that's so inclined to feel the pain... So I'd better be on my way,and if we meet some other day?...We'll say hello.It'll be okay...,and I'll give you a hug for the words never said..."Can you come out,and play?"... |
