Well, I was sad enough last Saturday
I woke you to talk but I didn't have much to say
You came to to two cherry cokes, came to to coke
In the morning, when the wind is still warm
And the rivers still coming and following

The Astor hotel is black in the windows, black in the hall
Since we left separately
A country letter, straight from a widow: come in the nighttime
To the back porch, throw rocks at my window
And climb the terrace to the landing
This house built cleverly for you and me
(you sound like young love)