One trip to Amsterdam
4 trips around the sun
Has it really been that long?
Since your name was on my tongue?
 
Down at the grocery mart
I pray I see your mom
Cause if I could get back to the place 
The place where you came from
Think I could bring you back 
Body and soul intact 
 
You be the bird behind the drapes
I’ll be the magician 
 
 
Get to the gig on time
Play all the notes you like
I put your full name on the list 
I keep the doorman in my sight
 
I should be used to it
I’m not new to loneliness 
And waking up to find the kitchen 
In its emptiness
Your heart and soul unmatched
God could you have spared me half
You be the girl inside the crate
I’ll be the magician 
 
 
I would wait all night
Glass eyed
By the back door like the way we did
 
Meet me at midnight
Crack me up good like the way you did