Can you be true?
Can this possibly be real?
I knew quite
All the leaves are turning yellow, red and brown
Soon they'll
Hail to the taxis
They go where I go
Farewell the newspapers
How long do I have to wait?
Before I can tell
I wasn't very indiscreet and yet
That is a notion that
The East has that Englishmen
And the rising sun
The West has
Poor head
Can hardly move my lips for speaking
I said
So,
Still
These few lines I'll devote
To a marvelous girl covered up
There may be a break in the road
The future looks
You appeared when I was lost in reverie
If this is
Every single time
It becomes too much
There's nothing I can say
Or
All the words you say to me
Have music in them
See how the elements obey?
Eyes are blue
Skies are grey
Nothing I
You turned to me
And all at once
I knew I
