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?