Partner Sandy

Lindsay

The shadows of the buildings caress the morning sun

The streetsweepers of time they get their sweeping done

The busy hands of heartbeats are racing on the wind

Catching straws to count by their losses and their wins

The tattoos of time fade into the evening glow

And the roses sing a song only lovers here will know

There is music in the city and country in your smile

For one thought of your beauty I would walk a thousand miles

And the written folded secrets into a lover's heart

The pounding on the pavements before the morning starts

Goodnight is not goodbye.