tell me, baby, tell me
are you still on the stoop
watching the windows close?
i've not seen you lately
on the street by the beach
or places we used to go
i've a picture of you
on our favorite day
by the seaside
there's a bird stealing bread
that i brought
out from under my nose
tell me, baby, tell me
does his company make
light of a rainy day?
how i've missed you lately
and the way we would speak
and all that we wouldn't say
do his hands in your hair
feel a lot like a thing
you believe in
or a bit like a bird
stealing bread out from under your nose?
tell me, baby, tell me
do you carry the words
around like a key or change?
i've been thinking lately
of a night on the stoop
and all that we wouldn't say
if i see you again
on the street by the beach
in the evening
will you fly like a bird
stealing bread out from under my nose?
