It's only been a week

the rush of being home and rapid fading

failing to recall

what I was missing all that time in England



Has sent me aimlessly

on foot or by the help of transportation

to knock on windows where

a friend no longer live, I had forgotten



and everywhere I go

there's always something to remind me

of another place and time

where love that travelled far had found me



We stayed outside till two

waiting for the light to come back

we didn't talk I knew

until you asked what I was thinking

until you asked what I was thinking



brave men tell the truth

the wise man's tools are analogies and puzzles

a woman holds her tongue

knowing silence will speak for her



brave men tell the truth

the wise man's tools are analogies and puzzles

a woman holds her tongue

knowing silence will speak for her



and everywhere I go

there's always something to remind me

of another place and time

where love that travelled far had found me