Days And Days

The dirty leaves are sailing on a hot wind ocean And the summer comes and the summer goes and always has and will And something somewhere that you said goes ricochet All through my head and flashing like a neon sign, the time stood still Hours of for

Saturday,spent the first day of the weekend with you You were lying close to me Sunday, how your warmth and passion lingered with me Somehow we are meant to be Monday, I was thinking every second of you Tried to ring you then I stopped Tuesday, never