So we’re sitting on the bridge above the river,
and we’re laughing at the fishermen below
because the big one dropped his flashlight in the water,
and they keep asking me for something more up-tempo.
Moon and stars, a steady swim through the clouds, no,
no I guess it’s just the wind.
I smell fall and your perfume. I watch my breath now
gently drifting over you.
This world’s so contagious.
That is why I sing and play
Seven miles away from the closest phone
through somebody’s gate and down a one-lane gravel road,
I sing to you.
How’s my jacket? Don’t you lie—I know it’s warm,
but it looks better on you anyway.
It sure is cold out here, but ain’t the autumn cool?
Now I’m talking like a fool, and it’s all because of you.
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