I´ll run down
Lay my weight where it lies
I´ll come round
Out in sheltering sky
Seek you out

Like I wanted it when
It was eighty-eight out
And the apricot flowers were coming in

And I feel worn, but the air is clean
And my clothes are torn, but it´s right on me
Passing rain, blue white heat
Agony, not to me, it´s not defeat

No one here
Say we waited our while
Good idea
Crowding out of those aisles
Nowhere near
Where I thought we would be
But one and the same
The drought and the rain to me

And I´ve been a while gone
But the air is clean
And I had it all wrong
But I made my peace
Passing thought, empty street
Agony, not to me, it´s not defeat

I´ve been bright, I´ve been faded
I´m nearly halfway through
Barely believe we made it
When I met eyes with you
I caught a walking fever
I know how all this ends
Palm over my receiver
Cradling me again