Things that happen
Just once
If she'd look she would have seen it
He was standing, all night
Across the street, very still
And they go out so easily the street lamps,
The cars come and go
Crazy so Crazy
But I see you, too clearly
I don't trust myself anymore
If it's all true
Just say it
I may already know
That sound when It's over
The sidewalks will carry you home
And the evening is whistling. . .
