The salt air now tastes bitter,
And I know what means.
The fog will now get thicker.

What do you see?

You said God had good ideas:

Apple sauce, aspirin and ink.
I know you mentioned some others:
I've got to think.


Each time you look back you're farther.
You're slipping out to see.

The fog horn just got louder.
Or is that me?


At least I have your sweater
And one blue leather shoe,
A suitcase full of letters

I sent to you.

You said God had good ideas:

Pancakes, champagne and gloves.
I just remembered two others:
Morphine and love.


You left something by my shirt:
A small brown figurine:

A baby sandpiper bird.
Or is that me?


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And I Eb know what Gm means.

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What do you D see?


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