then one more time
she comes, tip toes like a
hunger on the Hill St. bridge
but does not offer her love pang to me
orphaned i stand of the
ideals i’ve had
for ever it seems
she enters and
leaves unimpressed
as always
then one more time
she comes, tip toes like a
hunger on the Hill St. bridge
but does not offer her love pang to me
orphaned i stand of the
ideals i’ve had
for ever it seems
she enters and
leaves unimpressed
as always
