Mid-summer, 1969 Freckles drawn on your face, beneath watercolour eyes You looked like you were dreaming, but darlin' so did I Can't you hear the bluebirds singing, as we stroll through the park? I lead you down the stairs and there's a hint of a spark We are only beginners, and that was the very start So we head toward tomorrow, with open arms The world is so filled with the sorrow of our tortured hearts Still, we're convinced that hope ain't no dying art Love, you're worth the risk of getting caught A few years down the road, you're still inside my head And like poems that I wrote for you, but let her read instead We are all but prisoners of the war inside With his hands balled in fists, and two strong arms He struck me across the mouth- you know, he swung so hard We all lay victim to the human condition I'll look forward to tomorrow, with a hopeful smile I daydream of being right there by your side The politics of our passion are hardly infantile Babe, I just can't hide it anymore When our paths crossed at the diner, I couldn't look you in the eye I'm overwhelmed by guilt these days, asking myself why Even in the winter's chill, boy- you still set my heart on fire Still we look toward tomorrow, with widened eyes Our tiny lives are so fragile, but we roll the dice Much like a flower loses it's petals, eventually we will all die But I wanted you to know that I tried to stay alive I wanted you to know that I tried