Robin Songtext
von a balladeer

You wrote about New York
There had been a change of plans
You′d put your dream on ice for your life felt too intense
The distance in your eyes
Popped up in the lines you dropped
Endearments disappeared right before your writing stopped


That last time, at the bar
I observed you from the back
Your famous wooden necklace looked all tight around your neck
And I could not help but watch and to speak on my behalf
Your friend seemed quite a bore
Not once I saw you laugh

I gave up on the hope
You won't ever come around
Run into me by chance in some record store downtown
May you really seize the day
And those horsemen do it all
P.S. By the way
Does Robin ever call?