On some steps we sat, looking out over the skylined part 
of the city where I'd never been. You were in dark and 
specs  it just increased your stature. The characters: a 
nice San Francisco boy, a Saratoga girl so mean. I'd 
rather ask out loud. Wondering is a bold endeavor yet I 
haven't a leg to stand, at least not here with me. I'm 
sitting, shivering. I suppose the cold was made for 
sweaters but I haven't a second layer underneath my 
sleeves. We moved down the lane and missed some cross-
streets all in the name of distracted me. I wrote my 
number down in your book on a piece of paper and went 
home to christen cassettes in your name, in that town 
down by the sea. I'd rather ask out loud, 'cause 
wondering won't evade the weather, though I haven't a leg 
to stand, or at least not here with me. I'm sitting, 
shivering. I suppose the cold was made for sweaters but I 
haven't a second layer underneath my sleeves  so I'll 
take anything you have, it's just so cold; and I'll take 
blame for anything when it's all told; and I'll take 
anything you'll give. I don't know if I can go out in the 
cold again.