i looked out my window and it looked to me like rain
with those big liquid eyes and that promise of gray pain.

and i wanted you so much,
just like i do right now.
i wanted us to be the ones the poets write their books about.
i wanted it to last.
i wanted to grow old,
but we got in the way.

someday when im awfully low -
when the world is cold,
i will feel a glow just thinking of you
and the way i cant look at you tonight.

perfect strangers when we meet,
lovers on the street.

so dizzy that when i get out,
i just run right back in.

but, when the days hustle and bustle is done,
the gumby cats work has but only begun.

and now that im done rewording lyrics, i should like to mention that it took me an hour to fill out the sat registration form.

for the millionth time,
marvin k mooney, will you please go now!