Walk By

There was a sparrow on your windowsill
as I walked by, as I walked by.
The moon it gleamed with light and lemonade,
turned our shadows into gold.
These empty streets know the tread of our feet,
I’ve been sleeping on your couch.
Will we make it home?
We will not speak of what we might have been.

All I want is to sit by you,
All I want is for you to touch my hand.
With all my words I can never ask for you,
so I will walk by, I will walk by.

There was a light on in your room last night,
as I walked by, as I walked by.
Those days we sprawled and spoke of airy nothing,
compared our dirty toes.
This tired town, flushed with red at sundown,
finds us still awake at dawn.
Will we make it home?
If we jump the train and ride it west…
All I want is to sit by you,
All I want is for you to touch my hand.
With all my words I can never ask for you,
so I will walk by, I will walk by.

This is the beginning and the end,
an embrace like falling into bed,
the seeds of a dandelion float away,
all these moments lying where they may.

There was a sparrow on your windowsill
As I walked by.