well it's you and it's me   me with a drink in my hand   the ice is tinkling like a wind chime   and late afternoon settles over the land   and you're talking about things   interesting just slightly   and things that matter too much   to say any way but lightly      did you know you're so beautiful   on the edge of summer   that years from now   I'll cry to remember   how very close you were   knowing this will I reach for you   knowing this will I reach for you   the way you want me to      well it's time to be wise   wise in the ways of the heart   to come out from under the covers   this voluntary state of apart   from the faces, oasis   in this Sahara of sorrow   these graces that hold me   it's from you that I borrow