Sunset, palm trees, seagulls to fly Worn tires, green, Rodeo Drive You were mine From the start Shape of shadows in the backyard My own reflection in your eyes When you sigh: Lullaby Turbulence and earthquakes, how did we get this far When we had so much to say and worry about? In July, you left, if you're coming back, that's my doubt But if I, if I But if I close my eyes You're still here, next to me The withering vine The taste is bittersweet Like the horses run just to be free My attachment was too hard to keep Rosemery, oak, Hollywood sign The hills, the asphalt, Billy Eckstine Blinding light Deadly lies Crossing off how many days you left, on my calendar Removing the rest of you sweet scent with lavander Found lying on the floor watching the door Waiting and waiting and waiting some more Turbulence and earthquakes, why did you go so far? We still have so much to say and worry about Twelve months from July, if you're coming back, I still doubt But if I, if I But if I close my eyes You're still here, next to me The withering vine The taste is bittersweet Like the horses run just to be free My attachment was too hard to keep I'm still willing to meet you there I'm trying to know if you still care I'm still willing to meet you there Your words floating through the air The broom sweeps away gray hair I'm still willing to meet you there